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 Mali and from Salvador.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 spring reverb 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 The Last Poets to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy 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 a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Gichy Dan,
Joe Smooth,
Joensuu 1685,
Bad Manners,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Donny Hathaway,
Slave,
Bill Wells,
Scientists,
the Fania All-Stars,
Boz Scaggs,
The Music Machine,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Agitation Free,
The Misunderstood,
Amon Düül II,
Steve Hackett,
Icehouse,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Eli Mardock,
Anthony Braxton,
The Fugs,
CMW,
Freddie Wadling,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Drexciya,
Wire,
Moss Icon,
The Cowsills,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Desert Stars,
Deepchord,
Brass Construction,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Country Teasers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Sound,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Y Pants,
Kurtis Blow,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Soul II Soul,
EPMD,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sparks,
Lalo Schifrin,
Matthew Halsall,
Amon Düül,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Howard Jones,
Eric Dolphy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Model 500,
The Walker Brothers,
Index,
Subhumans,
Soulsonic Force,
Fugazi,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.