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 Guinea and from Spokane.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 H. Thieme to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
The Human League,
Half Japanese,
Banda Bassotti,
Agitation Free,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bob Dylan,
The Smoke,
Avey Tare,
Roxy Music,
Freddie Wadling,
Gil Scott Heron,
This Heat,
Mission of Burma,
E-Dancer,
Silicon Teens,
Depeche Mode,
Minor Threat,
Schoolly D,
Janne Schatter,
Alton Ellis,
Guru Guru,
The Offenders,
Crash Course in Science,
Quando Quango,
Zapp,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Matthew Bourne,
Khruangbin,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Blossom Toes,
Scratch Acid,
The Mighty Diamonds,
X-101,
Junior Murvin,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Dirtbombs,
Sparks,
Mark Hollis,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Yaz,
Erykah Badu,
Neil Young,
Idris Muhammad,
Gang of Four,
Metal Thangz,
The Selecter,
John Cale,
Subhumans,
Agent Orange,
The Sound,
Deakin,
The United States of America,
Mad Mike,
Minnie Riperton,
L. Decosne,
Reuben Wilson,
Curtis Mayfield,
Infiniti,
Arab on Radar,
Niagra,
Sun City Girls,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.