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 Kenya and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 snare 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 Television Personalities to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
Essential Logic,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rites of Spring,
Man Eating Sloth,
Yazoo,
Clear Light,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Flesh Eaters,
Judy Mowatt,
Easy Going,
K-Klass,
The Mojo Men,
Oblivians,
Bluetip,
Anakelly,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Shuggie Otis,
Hasil Adkins,
EPMD,
The Cramps,
Popol Vuh,
Andrew Hill,
Con Funk Shun,
Sandy B,
Sound Behaviour,
Ohio Players,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Blackbyrds,
Roxy Music,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Second Layer,
the Soft Cell,
H. Thieme,
Bill Near,
Yellowson,
Godley & Creme,
The Dead C,
Slick Rick,
Alphaville,
the Sonics,
Funkadelic,
Amon Düül II,
The Zeros,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Velvet Underground,
Pantytec,
The Techniques,
Public Enemy,
Lalo Schifrin,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Buzzcocks,
Gang Green,
Skaos,
Lucky Dragons,
Echospace,
The Barracudas,
Parry Music,
The Vogues,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
This Heat,
Television Personalities,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.