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 Andorra and from Seoul.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 John Lydon to the dance 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
Deepchord,
Underground Resistance,
The New Christs,
Skriet,
The Human League,
Jerry's Kids,
Graham Central Station,
Eve St. Jones,
The Modern Lovers,
The Velvet Underground,
Au Pairs,
Dawn Penn,
Spoonie Gee,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rotary Connection,
Reagan Youth,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rhythm & Sound,
Stereo Dub,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
ABC,
Piero Umiliani,
Roy Ayers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Wasted Youth,
The Stooges,
Roxy Music,
Davy DMX,
June of 44,
Little Man,
The Music Machine,
Robert Hood,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Minnie Riperton,
Guru Guru,
Babytalk,
Ice-T,
Man Parrish,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Brothers Johnson,
Wings,
Pharoah Sanders,
T.S.O.L.,
Goldenarms,
John Cale,
Gang Starr,
The Fugs,
Gil Scott Heron,
Fear,
The Skatalites,
Q and Not U,
Deakin,
Scratch Acid,
Gang Gang Dance,
Surgeon,
Lebanon Hanover,
Niagra,
One Last Wish,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.