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 Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the sitar 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 Lalann to the grime 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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
Eric Copeland,
Ice-T,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Tremeloes,
Scrapy,
Television,
The Wake,
Jerry's Kids,
Black Moon,
the Normal,
Jeff Lynne,
John Coltrane,
Ralphi Rosario,
Electric Prunes,
Andrew Hill,
Eric Dolphy,
Hasil Adkins,
Niagra,
Marmalade,
Los Fastidios,
Unrelated Segments,
Pharoah Sanders,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Letta Mbulu,
Roxette,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Soul Sonic Force,
Soulsonic Force,
Newcleus,
The Martian,
Carl Craig,
Rosa Yemen,
The Electric Prunes,
Crispy Ambulance,
Royal Trux,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Aural Exciters,
Livin' Joy,
Quadrant,
Amon Düül,
Barry Ungar,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Godley & Creme,
Whodini,
Angry Samoans,
Matthew Halsall,
Loose Ends,
R.M.O.,
The Buckinghams,
Iggy Pop,
Danielle Patucci,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Negative Approach,
Fad Gadget,
Oneida,
Leonard Cohen,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.