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 Libya and from Portland.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Marcia Griffiths to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
Blake Baxter,
Motorama,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Flash Fearless,
Roger Hodgson,
Davy DMX,
Darondo,
JFA,
Pole,
Easy Going,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Fortunes,
Tubeway Army,
Iggy Pop,
Niagra,
Warren Ellis,
The American Breed,
D'Angelo,
The Move,
Skarface,
Ornette Coleman,
Rapeman,
Adolescents,
Wire,
Cybotron,
The Vogues,
Cluster,
Rod Modell,
Soul Sonic Force,
Scott Walker,
Groovy Waters,
Liliput,
Sandy B,
Pere Ubu,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Mojo Men,
Avey Tare,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Grauzone,
FM Einheit,
The Angels of Light,
Robert Görl,
Quando Quango,
The Remains,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Desert Stars,
Jerry's Kids,
Tomorrow,
the Human League,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Litter,
Crime,
Max Romeo,
Accadde A,
Bush Tetras,
Quantec,
kango's stein massive,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.