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 Lebanon and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 Lyon and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 guitar 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 Charles Mingus to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Joey Negro,
E-Dancer,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Marmalade,
Tears for Fears,
Youth Brigade,
Camberwell Now,
Surgeon,
Groovy Waters,
Davy DMX,
Arab on Radar,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pere Ubu,
the Germs,
Buzzcocks,
Spoonie Gee,
Pulsallama,
JFA,
Skaos,
The Wake,
Frankie Knuckles,
Radiohead,
Dawn Penn,
Excepter,
Jandek,
Aloha Tigers,
Heaven 17,
The Black Dice,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Motorama,
the Normal,
Goldenarms,
Roxette,
Accadde A,
Junior Murvin,
Angry Samoans,
Icehouse,
Wasted Youth,
Blake Baxter,
Bronski Beat,
Pantytec,
Procol Harum,
Mission of Burma,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Fall,
Scientists,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Circle Jerks,
Lee Hazlewood,
Metal Thangz,
The Pop Group,
Magazine,
Minutemen,
Public Enemy,
The Gun Club,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Harmonia,
Scratch Acid,
The Offenders,
Bush Tetras,
Tropical Tobacco,
Country Teasers,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.