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 Paraguay and from Tokyo.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Pharoah Sanders to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
Man Parrish,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Piero Umiliani,
The Remains,
Magazine,
Faust,
Monks,
The Alarm Clocks,
Radiohead,
Scratch Acid,
Trumans Water,
Dead Boys,
Nik Kershaw,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Mummies,
UT,
Zero Boys,
Crime,
Sparks,
Arthur Verocai,
The Techniques,
Black Sheep,
The Gap Band,
the Association,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jeru the Damaja,
Black Pus,
The Monks,
CMW,
Mantronix,
Mary Jane Girls,
Aural Exciters,
Boogie Down Productions,
Tim Buckley,
The Modern Lovers,
Maleditus Sound,
Parry Music,
Funkadelic,
Flipper,
Kayak,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ronnie Foster,
Pagans,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Wire,
Johnny Osbourne,
Can,
Barbara Tucker,
Joey Negro,
Oneida,
Bobby Sherman,
The Knickerbockers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Toasters,
Rites of Spring,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Altered Images,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Funky Four + One,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.