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 Panama and from Bremen.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Skatalites to the electroclash 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
Black Pus,
EPMD,
Hoover,
R.M.O.,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Main Source,
Howard Jones,
Ponytail,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Modern Lovers,
AZ,
In Retrospect,
DNA,
The Index,
Slick Rick,
Moebius,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Section 25,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Inner City,
Anthony Braxton,
Los Fastidios,
Lyres,
Ultra Naté,
The Young Rascals,
Scientists,
John Foxx,
Maurizio,
DJ Sneak,
OOIOO,
Surgeon,
Mad Mike,
Fad Gadget,
Vladislav Delay,
K-Klass,
Black Bananas,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
John Coltrane,
Barrington Levy,
Grandmaster Flash,
Camberwell Now,
The Walker Brothers,
James White and The Blacks,
Talk Talk,
The Wake,
Organ,
Amon Düül II,
Cecil Taylor,
Sarah Menescal,
Eric Copeland,
Siglo XX,
Blancmange,
New Order,
Skriet,
Jandek,
The Music Machine,
Malaria!,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Busters,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.