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 Latvia and from Tehran.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
The Flesh Eaters,
Negative Approach,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Moleskins,
Eden Ahbez,
Basic Channel,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
ABC,
The Happenings,
Josef K,
Rosa Yemen,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Panda Bear,
Bootsy Collins,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Guru Guru,
Reuben Wilson,
Idris Muhammad,
Gang Starr,
Royal Trux,
Toni Rubio,
Desert Stars,
Surgeon,
Sound Behaviour,
Tim Buckley,
Black Moon,
Ronnie Foster,
Grauzone,
Gerry Rafferty,
June of 44,
Malaria!,
The Toasters,
Matthew Bourne,
Mo-Dettes,
Khruangbin,
The American Breed,
Gil Scott Heron,
Alison Limerick,
Joensuu 1685,
Tears for Fears,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Henry Cow,
The Evens,
Icehouse,
Neil Young,
Sam Rivers,
Radiohead,
Marine Girls,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Joey Negro,
The Black Dice,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Zapp,
Crash Course in Science,
Quando Quango,
Interpol,
Lebanon Hanover,
Infiniti,
Piero Umiliani,
Arcadia,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.