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 Jamaica and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 güiro 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 Smog to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
Bush Tetras,
The Velvet Underground,
Frankie Knuckles,
Groovy Waters,
Sound Behaviour,
Niagra,
Boz Scaggs,
Basic Channel,
Minutemen,
Thompson Twins,
Visage,
Tres Demented,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Fela Kuti,
Adolescents,
Chrome,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Camberwell Now,
New York Dolls,
Unwound,
Nas,
H. Thieme,
Big Daddy Kane,
Radio Birdman,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Monks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Soulsonic Force,
Black Sheep,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Stetsasonic,
Parry Music,
Spoonie Gee,
The Move,
the Bar-Kays,
Siglo XX,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Matthew Halsall,
Public Image Ltd.,
Michelle Simonal,
Make Up,
Underground Resistance,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Red Krayola,
Lee Hazlewood,
Excepter,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Aloha Tigers,
The Toasters,
The Victims,
Monolake,
Dave Gahan,
Johnny Clarke,
Josef K,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.