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 India and from Sao Paulo.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 theremin 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 The Pretty Things to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Gastr Del Sol,
Cluster,
Terrestrial Tones,
Steve Hackett,
Public Enemy,
Sam Rivers,
8 Eyed Spy,
Whodini,
Motorama,
EPMD,
Public Image Ltd.,
Junior Murvin,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Searchers,
Maleditus Sound,
Dark Day,
The Trojans,
Altered Images,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Eric Copeland,
Suicide,
David McCallum,
June of 44,
Mantronix,
The Buckinghams,
The Gories,
Delta 5,
Cameo,
Godley & Creme,
Wings,
The Doors,
Crash Course in Science,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Five Americans,
Q and Not U,
Second Layer,
David Axelrod,
Donald Byrd,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Isaac Hayes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Man Parrish,
Jerry's Kids,
The Standells,
Outsiders,
Ronan,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Nas,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Golliwogs,
Sun Ra,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
cv313,
Black Flag,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gong,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
David Bowie,
The Names,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.