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 Switzerland and from Columbus.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Loose Ends to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Fela Kuti,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sun Ra,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Barbara Tucker,
Mr. Review,
Subhumans,
June Days,
Faust,
Neil Young,
Judy Mowatt,
Eli Mardock,
Lungfish,
Amazonics,
Joensuu 1685,
Skarface,
Lebanon Hanover,
Shuggie Otis,
Rakim,
Roxy Music,
Depeche Mode,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Mummies,
Don Cherry,
the Bar-Kays,
Technova,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Black Dice,
Monolake,
Hashim,
The J.B.'s,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Robert Wyatt,
John Cale,
Desert Stars,
Derrick May,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Shadows of Knight,
Peter & Gordon,
Andrew Hill,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
OOIOO,
Roger Hodgson,
Bill Wells,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Talk Talk,
the Sonics,
Adolescents,
Bob Dylan,
Avey Tare,
Sarah Menescal,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Delta 5,
Kayak,
The Pop Group,
Jeff Lynne,
The Toasters,
Nirvana,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.