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 Micronesia and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Stetsasonic to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
Negative Approach,
the Sonics,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
E-Dancer,
Josef K,
The Slits,
Albert Ayler,
Danielle Patucci,
FM Einheit,
X-Ray Spex,
The Tremeloes,
Massinfluence,
Blossom Toes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Slits,
Derrick May,
The Techniques,
Whodini,
The New Christs,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Associates,
Sam Rivers,
Bang On A Can,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Dawn Penn,
Donny Hathaway,
DNA,
Ken Boothe,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Roger Hodgson,
Cal Tjader,
Aswad,
The Gories,
The Flesh Eaters,
June Days,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Suburban Knight,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Nils Olav,
Kas Product,
Gerry Rafferty,
Joey Negro,
Suicide,
Curtis Mayfield,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Evens,
Average White Band,
Japan,
The Birthday Party,
The Detroit Cobras,
Alice Coltrane,
Johnny Clarke,
Young Marble Giants,
Blancmange,
Anthony Braxton,
Shuggie Otis,
Marcia Griffiths,
Darondo,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.