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 Barbados and from Spokane.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Johnny Osbourne to the disco 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 The Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
Rekid,
Alton Ellis,
Niagra,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Delta 5,
The Index,
Lou Reed,
Delon & Dalcan,
Tropical Tobacco,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Wake,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sun City Girls,
The Monochrome Set,
Boredoms,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Dead Boys,
Scratch Acid,
Eddi Front,
Patti Smith,
Ultra Naté,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Monks,
Quadrant,
Loose Ends,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Throbbing Gristle,
Oneida,
Basic Channel,
Leonard Cohen,
H. Thieme,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Graham Central Station,
The Young Rascals,
Dorothy Ashby,
Aural Exciters,
The Fugs,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Five Americans,
Jeru the Damaja,
Cecil Taylor,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Human League,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jeff Lynne,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bill Near,
The Pretty Things,
Erasure,
Arcadia,
The Vogues,
Scientists,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Parry Music,
T.S.O.L.,
Gang Starr,
The Trojans,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.