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 Manchester.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 rhodes 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 Sam Rivers to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
Cluster,
Minnie Riperton,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sex Pistols,
UT,
Darondo,
The Walker Brothers,
a-ha,
Qualms,
Drexciya,
Eric Copeland,
Matthew Halsall,
Blake Baxter,
The Dirtbombs,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Au Pairs,
Moss Icon,
Urselle,
Deepchord,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Selecter,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Alphaville,
The Move,
X-102,
Hasil Adkins,
The Durutti Column,
The Techniques,
Dead Boys,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Youth Brigade,
The Residents,
The Buckinghams,
Brass Construction,
Ronan,
Avey Tare,
Tom Boy,
The American Breed,
Lalann,
The Names,
Junior Murvin,
Lower 48,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Sonics,
The Black Dice,
The Star Department,
Malaria!,
Index,
Girls At Our Best!,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Beasts of Bourbon,
X-101,
Accadde A,
Barbara Tucker,
Tubeway Army,
Oneida,
Eric Dolphy,
Kerri Chandler,
June Days,
Curtis Mayfield,
Oblivians,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.