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 New Zealand and from Toronto.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Seoul.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Magma to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya 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 sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
The Litter,
Y Pants,
Loose Ends,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
ABBA,
Kenny Larkin,
Johnny Osbourne,
B.T. Express,
the Germs,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Davy DMX,
Unrelated Segments,
The Velvet Underground,
Kurtis Blow,
Roy Ayers,
MC5,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jimmy McGriff,
Eve St. Jones,
Jeff Lynne,
Jerry's Kids,
Deepchord,
The New Christs,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bauhaus,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Smiths,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Joy Division,
Zero Boys,
Roxy Music,
The Busters,
The Music Machine,
Silicon Teens,
Terry Callier,
the Swans,
Andrew Hill,
Yellowson,
H. Thieme,
Adolescents,
Pussy Galore,
Con Funk Shun,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Tears for Fears,
Cymande,
Eli Mardock,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lakeside,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Steve Hackett,
The Evens,
Albert Ayler,
Bobby Womack,
Cybotron,
E-Dancer,
Girls At Our Best!,
Eric Copeland,
Letta Mbulu,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.