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 China and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 sitar 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 Todd Terry to the electroclash 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 Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Black Moon,
Circle Jerks,
10cc,
Dawn Penn,
Bad Manners,
Chrome,
Albert Ayler,
Clear Light,
The Techniques,
Scion,
Jeru the Damaja,
The United States of America,
Lalann,
The Count Five,
Lalo Schifrin,
Fear,
Suburban Knight,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sparks,
Newcleus,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rotary Connection,
Flash Fearless,
Groovy Waters,
Pere Ubu,
Derrick Morgan,
A Certain Ratio,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ultra Naté,
Television Personalities,
Hardrive,
Aural Exciters,
Metal Thangz,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kaleidoscope,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Amon Düül II,
Soul II Soul,
Sällskapet,
David Axelrod,
Chris Corsano,
Severed Heads,
KRS-One,
Erasure,
Ralphi Rosario,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Cluster,
Girls At Our Best!,
Infiniti,
The Velvet Underground,
Gang Starr,
The Seeds,
June Days,
Stetsasonic,
Roger Hodgson,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Alton Ellis,
The Smoke,
Royal Trux,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.