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 Maldives and from Glasgow.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Cosmic Jokers to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Dennis Brown,
Moebius,
The Toasters,
Boz Scaggs,
Minutemen,
Symarip,
The Star Department,
The Sound,
Echospace,
Procol Harum,
T.S.O.L.,
Bobby Sherman,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bobby Hutcherson,
DJ Sneak,
Wings,
Mandrill,
Young Marble Giants,
Gang Starr,
DNA,
Boredoms,
Hashim,
Groovy Waters,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Moody Blues,
Aaron Thompson,
Jacques Brel,
The Cowsills,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Barrington Levy,
The Remains,
Tom Boy,
Electric Prunes,
Ossler,
Royal Trux,
Sam Rivers,
Y Pants,
Crooked Eye,
Charles Mingus,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
the Slits,
Altered Images,
Nik Kershaw,
Cecil Taylor,
Tubeway Army,
Terry Callier,
the Human League,
Goldenarms,
Magazine,
Animal Collective,
The Last Poets,
PIL,
The Neon Judgement,
The Angels of Light,
Kerri Chandler,
Fad Gadget,
Ken Boothe,
Los Fastidios,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.