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 Kuwait and from Cairo.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Todd Rundgren to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Dirtbombs,
Pagans,
Kas Product,
Minor Threat,
Adolescents,
Robert Wyatt,
Hoover,
Vladislav Delay,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Sonics,
The Pop Group,
Janne Schatter,
Donald Byrd,
Wings,
Arcadia,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ohio Players,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Barracudas,
Masters at Work,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Black Bananas,
Barbara Tucker,
Arthur Verocai,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
10cc,
Barclay James Harvest,
Prince Buster,
Todd Terry,
Dennis Brown,
John Lydon,
Sixth Finger,
Don Cherry,
Massinfluence,
Black Pus,
Basic Channel,
Michelle Simonal,
Robert Hood,
Juan Atkins,
Easy Going,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kurtis Blow,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gang Green,
Ten City,
The Golliwogs,
Saccharine Trust,
Brass Construction,
Joyce Sims,
Mark Hollis,
Von Mondo,
Curtis Mayfield,
Main Source,
Technova,
Rapeman,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.