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 Seychelles and from Mumbai.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 spring reverb 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 Joyce Sims to the dance 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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
FM Einheit,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lindisfarne,
The Young Rascals,
Chris Corsano,
Livin' Joy,
Drive Like Jehu,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
John Holt,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Neon Judgement,
Leonard Cohen,
X-101,
U.S. Maple,
Minnie Riperton,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Malaria!,
Cluster,
Minor Threat,
The Dave Clark Five,
Hashim,
Animal Collective,
Darondo,
Nas,
Stiv Bators,
Cameo,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pierre Henry,
Big Daddy Kane,
Motorama,
Carl Craig,
Arab on Radar,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Red Krayola,
The Associates,
One Last Wish,
Robert Hood,
The Angels of Light,
Ultra Naté,
Suburban Knight,
Skriet,
The Buckinghams,
Easy Going,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Spoonie Gee,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Eric Dolphy,
Fat Boys,
Pet Shop Boys,
Depeche Mode,
The Sonics,
L. Decosne,
Jerry's Kids,
Moss Icon,
Joey Negro,
Tom Boy,
The Searchers,
Eurythmics,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bronski Beat,
The New Christs,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.