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 Argentina and from Beijing.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 clarinet 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 The Trojans to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Remains. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
Ituana,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ornette Coleman,
Suburban Knight,
Kerrie Biddell,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Wasted Youth,
The Cowsills,
The Electric Prunes,
kango's stein massive,
Boz Scaggs,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Scan 7,
Jeff Lynne,
James White and The Blacks,
Funkadelic,
Bronski Beat,
Grey Daturas,
Arab on Radar,
Mission of Burma,
Sight & Sound,
The Mojo Men,
Schoolly D,
The Modern Lovers,
Ludus,
Gastr Del Sol,
Brand Nubian,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Clear Light,
Ten City,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Count Five,
The Slackers,
Yaz,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Stockholm Monsters,
Amazonics,
The Selecter,
Shoche,
The Skatalites,
Marine Girls,
Cymande,
The Real Kids,
E-Dancer,
Lakeside,
One Last Wish,
The Kinks,
Procol Harum,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Dave Clark Five,
Neil Young,
Tommy Roe,
Bauhaus,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Eli Mardock,
the Swans,
Ponytail,
Drexciya,
Pole,
ABC,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.