Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Nicaragua and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Marmalade to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Urselle. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
The Birthday Party,
Man Parrish,
John Lydon,
Grandmaster Flash,
Brand Nubian,
Big Daddy Kane,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Black Bananas,
Basic Channel,
Fad Gadget,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Prince Buster,
The Fire Engines,
Isaac Hayes,
Roger Hodgson,
The Toasters,
The Neon Judgement,
Robert Hood,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sandy B,
E-Dancer,
Pylon,
Derrick Morgan,
Radiopuhelimet,
Deepchord,
The New Christs,
Banda Bassotti,
Funky Four + One,
T. Rex,
The Kinks,
Trumans Water,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ronnie Foster,
Zero Boys,
Pharoah Sanders,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Black Flag,
Siglo XX,
Joe Finger,
Grey Daturas,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Motions,
Skarface,
Judy Mowatt,
Liliput,
Skaos,
Brothers Johnson,
Jesper Dahlback,
Brick,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
X-Ray Spex,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Wake,
Alice Coltrane,
Young Marble Giants,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.