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 Samoa 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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Donald Fagen 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 Sex Pistols to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Saints. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
The Real Kids,
James White and The Blacks,
Rotary Connection,
The Techniques,
Newcleus,
Glambeats Corp.,
DNA,
The Wake,
The Durutti Column,
Derrick May,
Darondo,
Scott Walker,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Litter,
Clear Light,
Scratch Acid,
Bobby Byrd,
Toni Rubio,
Joyce Sims,
Minor Threat,
The Evens,
B.T. Express,
Television Personalities,
Bill Near,
a-ha,
Simply Red,
L. Decosne,
Crime,
Donald Byrd,
AZ,
Whodini,
Rapeman,
Jeru the Damaja,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Black Bananas,
Iggy Pop,
Loose Ends,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jawbox,
Roxette,
Goldenarms,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Boz Scaggs,
The Trojans,
Ice-T,
Nick Fraelich,
The Dave Clark Five,
Avey Tare,
Tubeway Army,
Groovy Waters,
Nils Olav,
Moby Grape,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Man Parrish,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Modern Lovers,
Fatback Band,
The Grass Roots,
Delon & Dalcan,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.