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 Seychelles and from Sao Paulo.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lou Christie to the grime 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 Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
Glenn Branca,
X-102,
F. McDonald,
Pharoah Sanders,
Cymande,
Roy Ayers,
ABBA,
June of 44,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sandy B,
Lakeside,
The Evens,
The Five Americans,
Minny Pops,
Brick,
Yaz,
Piero Umiliani,
Electric Prunes,
Johnny Clarke,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ultimate Spinach,
Moby Grape,
Suicide,
R.M.O.,
Arcadia,
Chris Corsano,
Tubeway Army,
Robert Görl,
Harry Pussy,
Mars,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jeff Lynne,
Hardrive,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Black Dice,
Steve Hackett,
Monks,
Jawbox,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Magma,
Amazonics,
Con Funk Shun,
Black Moon,
The Remains,
Au Pairs,
Tomorrow,
Joe Smooth,
The Zeros,
Tres Demented,
Sällskapet,
Q65,
Buzzcocks,
Fad Gadget,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Slackers,
Mantronix,
Neil Young,
The Real Kids,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.