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 Yemen and from Bremen.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 linndrum 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 Stockholm Monsters to the grunge 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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
Y Pants,
Pantaleimon,
The United States of America,
Spoonie Gee,
Robert Hood,
Thee Headcoats,
Nation of Ulysses,
Nico,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Leaves,
Idris Muhammad,
Donny Hathaway,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Warren Ellis,
Clear Light,
Lou Reed,
Bobby Womack,
The Birthday Party,
Archie Shepp,
Interpol,
Barry Ungar,
The J.B.'s,
Organ,
Intrusion,
The Happenings,
The Beau Brummels,
Hardrive,
Royal Trux,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Johnny Osbourne,
Derrick Morgan,
Mark Hollis,
R.M.O.,
Sandy B,
Godley & Creme,
David Axelrod,
Erasure,
The Saints,
Surgeon,
Jacob Miller,
Tim Buckley,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Dave Clark Five,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
KRS-One,
Gang Green,
The Blackbyrds,
Stetsasonic,
X-102,
Charles Mingus,
Piero Umiliani,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Victims,
The Slackers,
Eden Ahbez,
Subhumans,
Trumans Water,
Ice-T,
Blancmange,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.