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 Estonia and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
Parry Music,
Mission of Burma,
Scratch Acid,
a-ha,
Joensuu 1685,
Jerry's Kids,
Eddi Front,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Barbara Tucker,
Chris & Cosey,
The Gories,
Pussy Galore,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Kinks,
Jawbox,
Marvin Gaye,
Peter and Kerry,
The Stooges,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Fortunes,
Supertramp,
Reuben Wilson,
Main Source,
Pere Ubu,
Boz Scaggs,
The Neon Judgement,
Angry Samoans,
Gang Green,
Franke,
Roxette,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Boogie Down Productions,
Hardrive,
Sandy B,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pole,
Wally Richardson,
Bluetip,
Steve Hackett,
Derrick May,
Second Layer,
Dawn Penn,
The Searchers,
Au Pairs,
The Moleskins,
Monolake,
Archie Shepp,
Fat Boys,
Fluxion,
The Cowsills,
Jacob Miller,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Carl Craig,
The Moody Blues,
Kas Product,
Subhumans,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Nik Kershaw,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Brand Nubian,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.