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 Tanzania and from New York.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Pussy Galore 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Khruangbin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Brand Nubian,
Glambeats Corp.,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Basic Channel,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Joy Division,
Kool Moe Dee,
Amon Düül,
Tomorrow,
L. Decosne,
Hot Snakes,
Jeff Lynne,
Los Fastidios,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Accadde A,
One Last Wish,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Roxette,
The Sound,
Rhythm & Sound,
Warsaw,
Donald Byrd,
Patti Smith,
Anthony Braxton,
B.T. Express,
the Bar-Kays,
The Selecter,
Visage,
Eve St. Jones,
Hoover,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Martian,
The Blues Magoos,
Marvin Gaye,
June of 44,
Iggy Pop,
cv313,
UT,
Marmalade,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Eli Mardock,
MC5,
Piero Umiliani,
Minny Pops,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Saints,
Monks,
the Soft Cell,
Danielle Patucci,
Surgeon,
Black Moon,
Funky Four + One,
Aswad,
Dawn Penn,
The Residents,
Wings,
Mad Mike,
MDC,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.