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 Benin and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Henry Cow to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jacques Brel,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Johnny Clarke,
Ludus,
Yusef Lateef,
Hot Snakes,
Brand Nubian,
Charles Mingus,
Scientists,
Funkadelic,
Janne Schatter,
The Raincoats,
The Names,
UT,
Rites of Spring,
Grandmaster Flash,
John Holt,
The Victims,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Blues Magoos,
The Remains,
Roger Hodgson,
Eric Dolphy,
Country Teasers,
Scott Walker,
The Residents,
David Bowie,
Sex Pistols,
Pylon,
Roy Ayers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Dead C,
The Detroit Cobras,
CMW,
The Durutti Column,
Skaos,
Banda Bassotti,
Kayak,
Arthur Verocai,
The Skatalites,
Derrick May,
Letta Mbulu,
The Litter,
Jawbox,
Harmonia,
DJ Style,
Kerri Chandler,
Massinfluence,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pantaleimon,
Guru Guru,
Q65,
Monolake,
The Invisible,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Erasure,
the Germs,
Organ,
Robert Hood,
Tubeway Army,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.