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 Albania 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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 mellotron 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the jazz 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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic 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 an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
John Coltrane,
Michelle Simonal,
Bronski Beat,
Sun City Girls,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Barbara Tucker,
Patti Smith,
The Mojo Men,
The Index,
Suicide,
The Wake,
One Last Wish,
Rapeman,
Carl Craig,
Black Flag,
Los Fastidios,
In Retrospect,
X-Ray Spex,
Circle Jerks,
Bobby Byrd,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Tremeloes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Moby Grape,
Shuggie Otis,
Yellowson,
Livin' Joy,
Vainqueur,
Intrusion,
The Standells,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Yusef Lateef,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pussy Galore,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Deakin,
Cal Tjader,
The Gap Band,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ken Boothe,
Monolake,
Janne Schatter,
Sandy B,
Crooked Eye,
Warren Ellis,
New Order,
Harmonia,
Accadde A,
Ornette Coleman,
Audionom,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Electric Prunes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Dave Gahan,
Howard Jones,
Massinfluence,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.