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 France and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Angels of Light to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Searchers. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sandy B,
Robert Görl,
The Smiths,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Sonics,
Frankie Knuckles,
Smog,
Q and Not U,
OOIOO,
The Count Five,
Sam Rivers,
The Gories,
Brand Nubian,
Tres Demented,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Underground Resistance,
Ituana,
Guru Guru,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Royal Trux,
The Saints,
The Neon Judgement,
Oblivians,
The Zeros,
Mary Jane Girls,
Banda Bassotti,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Blues Magoos,
Davy DMX,
Dead Boys,
Popol Vuh,
Brass Construction,
Minutemen,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Flash Fearless,
New Age Steppers,
Fela Kuti,
Von Mondo,
The Dave Clark Five,
Andrew Hill,
Interpol,
Flamin' Groovies,
Malaria!,
Minnie Riperton,
Swans,
Alphaville,
Sonic Youth,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lucky Dragons,
The Walker Brothers,
Magma,
Rosa Yemen,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Searchers,
Todd Terry,
Lalo Schifrin,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Mandrill,
A Certain Ratio,
Youth Brigade,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.