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 Ghana and from Tehran.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 Letta Mbulu to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
Black Sheep,
This Heat,
Al Stewart,
Boredoms,
James White and The Blacks,
Pulsallama,
The Seeds,
Gil Scott Heron,
the Germs,
The Saints,
The Standells,
The Gories,
Monolake,
Connie Case,
Minnie Riperton,
Massinfluence,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
It's A Beautiful Day,
OOIOO,
Bad Manners,
The Dead C,
Metal Thangz,
Babytalk,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
A Certain Ratio,
Scientists,
Terry Callier,
Y Pants,
Vladislav Delay,
Henry Cow,
The Dave Clark Five,
E-Dancer,
MDC,
Jacob Miller,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kerrie Biddell,
Brothers Johnson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Grey Daturas,
Yaz,
KRS-One,
Sonny Sharrock,
Average White Band,
Gichy Dan,
Derrick Morgan,
K-Klass,
Talk Talk,
Zapp,
Ituana,
The Cure,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bobby Sherman,
Echospace,
Buzzcocks,
Black Bananas,
DJ Style,
John Lydon,
The Residents,
David Bowie,
Simply Red,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.