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 Oman and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 clarinet 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
Yusef Lateef,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Robert Görl,
Dorothy Ashby,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Joy Division,
48th St. Collective,
AZ,
Nas,
Grey Daturas,
Schoolly D,
Man Eating Sloth,
Donald Byrd,
Cameo,
Basic Channel,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Maurizio,
DJ Sneak,
Supertramp,
Lou Christie,
Johnny Clarke,
The Techniques,
Animal Collective,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Fad Gadget,
Letta Mbulu,
Von Mondo,
The Slits,
Prince Buster,
Circle Jerks,
Flipper,
Toni Rubio,
Nirvana,
The Sound,
The Doors,
Howard Jones,
The Knickerbockers,
Amazonics,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bad Manners,
The Real Kids,
Yazoo,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Golliwogs,
Mantronix,
Severed Heads,
the Fania All-Stars,
Angry Samoans,
Magazine,
Derrick May,
Eli Mardock,
Mission of Burma,
Boz Scaggs,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Surgeon,
a-ha,
Throbbing Gristle,
Goldenarms,
Tubeway Army,
The Star Department,
Malaria!,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.