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 Dominica and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mumbai.
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 marimba 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
Mandrill,
Mars,
The Kinks,
Von Mondo,
Lou Reed,
Barclay James Harvest,
Curtis Mayfield,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rufus Thomas,
Johnny Clarke,
The Raincoats,
Sixth Finger,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Blackbyrds,
Silicon Teens,
Fat Boys,
Gang Green,
Tommy Roe,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Susan Cadogan,
Television,
Surgeon,
Marmalade,
Dark Day,
Junior Murvin,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Boz Scaggs,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Arthur Verocai,
Blake Baxter,
MDC,
Stetsasonic,
the Germs,
The Flesh Eaters,
Subhumans,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Warren Ellis,
Terry Callier,
The Skatalites,
World's Most,
Funkadelic,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Mission of Burma,
Jacob Miller,
The Fall,
Davy DMX,
Man Eating Sloth,
Cal Tjader,
Sonny Sharrock,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Electric Prunes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pere Ubu,
Minor Threat,
Boredoms,
Camberwell Now,
Porter Ricks,
The Wake,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Warsaw,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.