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 Iran 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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 güiro 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 The J.B.'s to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
Fugazi,
Das Ding,
The Cowsills,
Eve St. Jones,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Danielle Patucci,
The United States of America,
Jeff Mills,
Rites of Spring,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lucky Dragons,
The Selecter,
Desert Stars,
The Velvet Underground,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gastr Del Sol,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Cramps,
Talk Talk,
Funky Four + One,
Bill Near,
Negative Approach,
The Litter,
Johnny Clarke,
Little Man,
The Last Poets,
Motorama,
Glenn Branca,
Sonic Youth,
Joensuu 1685,
The Beau Brummels,
Toni Rubio,
Howard Jones,
Ten City,
Mandrill,
Bad Manners,
Lalann,
The Black Dice,
The Moody Blues,
Robert Hood,
Pantytec,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Nation of Ulysses,
Yusef Lateef,
Bluetip,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Gap Band,
X-Ray Spex,
E-Dancer,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
48th St. Collective,
Gang Gang Dance,
Joy Division,
Man Parrish,
Quadrant,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Average White Band,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.