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 Zimbabwe and from Columbus.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Morten Harket to the disco 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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
The Names,
Crispian St. Peters,
Tim Buckley,
Warsaw,
Eric Copeland,
Nirvana,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Tubeway Army,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
JFA,
Black Flag,
Nik Kershaw,
Pere Ubu,
Gichy Dan,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Graham Central Station,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Shuggie Otis,
Ponytail,
The Star Department,
Janne Schatter,
The Selecter,
David Axelrod,
Skaos,
Pharoah Sanders,
Second Layer,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Slits,
Fat Boys,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Oneida,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Leaves,
John Holt,
Grandmaster Flash,
Brick,
Public Enemy,
Cal Tjader,
Neu!,
Todd Rundgren,
The Trojans,
Unrelated Segments,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
the Soft Cell,
a-ha,
Lakeside,
Flamin' Groovies,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lungfish,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Organ,
Andrew Hill,
The Busters,
Brothers Johnson,
Alice Coltrane,
The Smiths,
Absolute Body Control,
In Retrospect,
Terry Callier,
The Victims,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.