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 Libya and from Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 rhodes 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 Wasted Youth to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
Agent Orange,
Dark Day,
The Gories,
Kaleidoscope,
Talk Talk,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Fortunes,
MC5,
The Fuzztones,
Sexual Harrassment,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Avey Tare,
Soul Sonic Force,
Eurythmics,
The Buckinghams,
Graham Central Station,
Pussy Galore,
Patti Smith,
Nik Kershaw,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Mr. Review,
the Association,
Boz Scaggs,
Ludus,
The Gladiators,
The Detroit Cobras,
Joyce Sims,
Albert Ayler,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Stooges,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bill Wells,
Scan 7,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Essential Logic,
Swell Maps,
The Black Dice,
The Blackbyrds,
The Skatalites,
The Modern Lovers,
Joe Smooth,
The Dave Clark Five,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bobby Womack,
kango's stein massive,
Pole,
Fear,
Don Cherry,
The Gap Band,
Clear Light,
The Cure,
The American Breed,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kas Product,
Crispian St. Peters,
Donald Byrd,
Byron Stingily,
Jerry's Kids,
Qualms,
Nico,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.