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 Samoa and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the jazz 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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
The Moleskins,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Junior Murvin,
Section 25,
X-101,
Average White Band,
The Wake,
Desert Stars,
Magazine,
The Dirtbombs,
The Smoke,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Eurythmics,
John Cale,
The Last Poets,
The Count Five,
Mark Hollis,
Gerry Rafferty,
Darondo,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Fugazi,
Animal Collective,
Pantytec,
The Remains,
The Music Machine,
Loose Ends,
Bobby Womack,
FM Einheit,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Residents,
Heaven 17,
In Retrospect,
Nation of Ulysses,
Silicon Teens,
Tomorrow,
Pole,
The Modern Lovers,
The Litter,
Half Japanese,
The Leaves,
Amon Düül,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Motorama,
The Move,
Soft Cell,
These Immortal Souls,
The Motions,
Parry Music,
Unrelated Segments,
Organ,
Trumans Water,
ABC,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Albert Ayler,
ABBA,
Gong,
Scion,
Von Mondo,
Fluxion,
Marine Girls,
The Blues Magoos,
The Gun Club,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade.
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.