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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Jacques Brel to the dance 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 The Count Five. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Stereo Dub,
Tubeway Army,
The Cure,
In Retrospect,
Essential Logic,
Albert Ayler,
Sonny Sharrock,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Black Flag,
Guru Guru,
Henry Cow,
Thee Headcoats,
Soulsonic Force,
CMW,
The Leaves,
Rosa Yemen,
Bob Dylan,
Jawbox,
Parry Music,
Swans,
Fugazi,
Robert Wyatt,
Cal Tjader,
Ice-T,
Icehouse,
LL Cool J,
The Names,
Lungfish,
Ultimate Spinach,
Derrick May,
Subhumans,
Trumans Water,
Fela Kuti,
Chris & Cosey,
Harmonia,
Bauhaus,
The Tremeloes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Aswad,
Vladislav Delay,
Agent Orange,
Amazonics,
The Pretty Things,
Accadde A,
The Durutti Column,
Ultra Naté,
Unwound,
Cecil Taylor,
Jeru the Damaja,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Crooked Eye,
Todd Rundgren,
These Immortal Souls,
The Skatalites,
Erykah Badu,
Interpol,
Circle Jerks,
The Evens,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.