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 Iceland and from Toronto.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 theremin 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 Gregory Isaacs to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
Bizarre Inc.,
Clear Light,
MC5,
Gang Green,
Metal Thangz,
Pierre Henry,
The Flesh Eaters,
Fela Kuti,
Bobby Sherman,
Curtis Mayfield,
Fort Wilson Riot,
David McCallum,
The Birthday Party,
Monks,
Morten Harket,
Jawbox,
Stereo Dub,
Todd Terry,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Buckinghams,
Animal Collective,
Erasure,
La Düsseldorf,
Jeff Lynne,
Soulsonic Force,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Prince Buster,
Kas Product,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Freddie Wadling,
Talk Talk,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Dawn Penn,
Rakim,
Idris Muhammad,
Silicon Teens,
Icehouse,
The Young Rascals,
Joyce Sims,
The Tremeloes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Patti Smith,
Laurel Aitken,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Mad Mike,
Grandmaster Flash,
the Association,
Little Man,
Johnny Clarke,
Andrew Hill,
Sight & Sound,
X-101,
Negative Approach,
Judy Mowatt,
Sonic Youth,
The Electric Prunes,
Soul II Soul,
Bill Wells,
Suburban Knight,
Deakin,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.