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 Djibouti and from Taipei.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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?
Camouflage,
Ronnie Foster,
David Bowie,
Section 25,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Moody Blues,
Reuben Wilson,
Man Parrish,
New York Dolls,
A Certain Ratio,
Dorothy Ashby,
Archie Shepp,
Marshall Jefferson,
Nils Olav,
Albert Ayler,
Kas Product,
The Busters,
Half Japanese,
Aural Exciters,
Rod Modell,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bad Manners,
The Fall,
T.S.O.L.,
Cal Tjader,
The Moleskins,
Bronski Beat,
Grey Daturas,
Amon Düül,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Loose Ends,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Fear,
The Black Dice,
Eden Ahbez,
Black Flag,
Wolf Eyes,
World's Most,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Duran Duran,
Johnny Osbourne,
Max Romeo,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Fuzztones,
Cybotron,
Yellowson,
Cheater Slicks,
Boredoms,
Brothers Johnson,
Jerry's Kids,
Guru Guru,
Blossom Toes,
Dawn Penn,
Public Enemy,
Q and Not U,
Jeff Mills,
The Zeros,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.