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 Togo and from Beijing.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 synthesizer 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 Niagra to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
DJ Style,
Japan,
Liliput,
DNA,
Nico,
Surgeon,
Minor Threat,
Stiv Bators,
The Detroit Cobras,
Mantronix,
Big Daddy Kane,
Smog,
The Doobie Brothers,
Derrick Morgan,
T.S.O.L.,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
10cc,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Second Layer,
The Gap Band,
Audionom,
F. McDonald,
Deakin,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Black Bananas,
Q and Not U,
the Germs,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bronski Beat,
Freddie Wadling,
World's Most,
Zero Boys,
Marshall Jefferson,
Cecil Taylor,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
David McCallum,
Magma,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Depeche Mode,
Bobby Sherman,
Ultimate Spinach,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Camberwell Now,
X-102,
Tom Boy,
Curtis Mayfield,
Aural Exciters,
Hasil Adkins,
The Residents,
Arab on Radar,
Boredoms,
Iggy Pop,
Todd Terry,
The Barracudas,
Wings,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lakeside,
Jacob Miller,
Sugar Minott,
New York Dolls,
Black Flag,
The Skatalites,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.