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 Taipei.
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 Lyon and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Suicide to the grunge 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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Drexciya,
Lower 48,
Ten City,
Bluetip,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bill Near,
Blake Baxter,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Slick Rick,
Swell Maps,
The Moleskins,
The Wake,
Agent Orange,
Roxy Music,
Eric Dolphy,
Johnny Clarke,
Fat Boys,
The Raincoats,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Monochrome Set,
The Cramps,
Quadrant,
Alison Limerick,
Country Teasers,
June Days,
Inner City,
The Dave Clark Five,
Cameo,
The Barracudas,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Accadde A,
Eric Copeland,
Ponytail,
Surgeon,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Maleditus Sound,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Sound,
Dead Boys,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Scan 7,
Panda Bear,
8 Eyed Spy,
Prince Buster,
Mission of Burma,
Vainqueur,
The Martian,
the Association,
Second Layer,
Fluxion,
Rosa Yemen,
The Zeros,
Minny Pops,
Nils Olav,
Althea and Donna,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.