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 Equatorial Guinea and from Lagos.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Modern Lovers to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül 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 clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Porter Ricks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
Lightning Bolt,
Godley & Creme,
Yazoo,
L. Decosne,
Don Cherry,
The Techniques,
The Toasters,
Alice Coltrane,
Technova,
Organ,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Nik Kershaw,
Massinfluence,
Public Image Ltd.,
Skriet,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Barbara Tucker,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
U.S. Maple,
The Real Kids,
Ultimate Spinach,
Maurizio,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gil Scott Heron,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Moleskins,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Al Stewart,
Todd Rundgren,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Stiv Bators,
Niagra,
The Pretty Things,
Mary Jane Girls,
Desert Stars,
Jawbox,
The Standells,
Q and Not U,
CMW,
Kaleidoscope,
The Grass Roots,
Pulsallama,
World's Most,
Lebanon Hanover,
Basic Channel,
Jeff Mills,
La Düsseldorf,
Faust,
Eli Mardock,
New Order,
Gichy Dan,
E-Dancer,
The Velvet Underground,
the Sonics,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Nils Olav,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Deadbeat,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.