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 Montenegro and from Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 oboe 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the crunk 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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
The Moleskins,
Public Enemy,
Brand Nubian,
John Coltrane,
Connie Case,
Masters at Work,
The Knickerbockers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kevin Saunderson,
In Retrospect,
Maurizio,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gang Green,
The Kinks,
John Foxx,
Niagra,
Reagan Youth,
Surgeon,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bobby Womack,
Kas Product,
Ituana,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Vogues,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
This Heat,
Alphaville,
Harpers Bizarre,
Chris Corsano,
The Monochrome Set,
Eurythmics,
Robert Hood,
Urselle,
Cybotron,
Wire,
Sound Behaviour,
Ultravox,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Procol Harum,
Curtis Mayfield,
Letta Mbulu,
Tubeway Army,
Banda Bassotti,
Toni Rubio,
The Sonics,
Roy Ayers,
Mr. Review,
Make Up,
Kayak,
Boogie Down Productions,
Crime,
The Blackbyrds,
John Holt,
The Slackers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Deakin,
Sarah Menescal,
Soft Machine,
The Saints,
Aural Exciters,
Lungfish,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.