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 Macedonia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Fall to the disco 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
Glenn Branca,
Judy Mowatt,
8 Eyed Spy,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lee Hazlewood,
Yazoo,
The Pretty Things,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Faust,
Gong,
Magazine,
The Count Five,
Jacob Miller,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Standells,
Fatback Band,
Blake Baxter,
Derrick Morgan,
FM Einheit,
Aural Exciters,
Soul II Soul,
Howard Jones,
Spoonie Gee,
Darondo,
Flamin' Groovies,
Johnny Clarke,
Lungfish,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Flash Fearless,
The Monks,
Skaos,
The United States of America,
Scan 7,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Busters,
Tropical Tobacco,
Essential Logic,
Aswad,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Fortunes,
Bauhaus,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bluetip,
Charles Mingus,
Brothers Johnson,
Wire,
Rakim,
Moby Grape,
Tomorrow,
Buzzcocks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Robert Wyatt,
Young Marble Giants,
James White and The Blacks,
Desert Stars,
Zapp,
Patti Smith,
Cecil Taylor,
The Dirtbombs,
The Misunderstood,
Pole,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.