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 Lithuania and from Lagos.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Holger Czukay 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 the Roxy.
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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
KRS-One,
the Swans,
Metal Thangz,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
A Certain Ratio,
Babytalk,
Wings,
Bush Tetras,
Sexual Harrassment,
Subhumans,
Eden Ahbez,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gong,
Ludus,
Agitation Free,
Barry Ungar,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rapeman,
Charles Mingus,
Morten Harket,
Howard Jones,
Sex Pistols,
Minor Threat,
Quando Quango,
Slave,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Nico,
the Human League,
Japan,
Stetsasonic,
The Toasters,
Talk Talk,
Soulsonic Force,
Von Mondo,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Alice Coltrane,
Sound Behaviour,
Porter Ricks,
Crispian St. Peters,
MDC,
Zapp,
Tomorrow,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Radio Birdman,
Terry Callier,
The Pop Group,
Moby Grape,
Sam Rivers,
The Cowsills,
The Remains,
Delta 5,
Juan Atkins,
Robert Görl,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Brick,
Johnny Osbourne,
Malaria!,
Section 25,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.