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 Mauritania and from Lagos.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the dance 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
H. Thieme,
Cecil Taylor,
Erykah Badu,
Boz Scaggs,
Alphaville,
Rhythm & Sound,
Steve Hackett,
Bauhaus,
New Order,
Bobby Womack,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jacob Miller,
Saccharine Trust,
Camberwell Now,
B.T. Express,
Harry Pussy,
The Motions,
10cc,
Susan Cadogan,
The Knickerbockers,
Black Sheep,
Radiohead,
Anakelly,
The Buckinghams,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Second Layer,
Rapeman,
John Lydon,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lou Christie,
Heaven 17,
Dorothy Ashby,
Barbara Tucker,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Godley & Creme,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Grass Roots,
Los Fastidios,
Mr. Review,
Monolake,
Dual Sessions,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Black Bananas,
Moss Icon,
Vainqueur,
Chris Corsano,
Ice-T,
Roger Hodgson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Barrington Levy,
The Sonics,
Marvin Gaye,
Whodini,
The Moleskins,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Skatalites,
The Sound,
Prince Buster,
Avey Tare,
Todd Rundgren,
Bobby Byrd,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.