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 Panama and from Houston.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 808 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 Mars to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
Niagra,
Roxy Music,
Crispian St. Peters,
R.M.O.,
Ice-T,
Ossler,
The Moleskins,
The Grass Roots,
Marcia Griffiths,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Accadde A,
Sällskapet,
Nils Olav,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Trumans Water,
the Association,
Oblivians,
Soul Sonic Force,
U.S. Maple,
Cluster,
Vainqueur,
Porter Ricks,
10cc,
Yazoo,
Janne Schatter,
Prince Buster,
Lucky Dragons,
Eden Ahbez,
Nas,
The Last Poets,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Half Japanese,
The Divine Comedy,
Chrome,
Hot Snakes,
the Normal,
Surgeon,
Infiniti,
Crooked Eye,
Camberwell Now,
John Holt,
Cymande,
Shoche,
The Selecter,
the Swans,
Lyres,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Schoolly D,
Minny Pops,
Animal Collective,
Bobby Byrd,
Urselle,
Radio Birdman,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kool Moe Dee,
Byron Stingily,
Jeff Lynne,
Jeff Mills,
L. Decosne,
The Birthday Party,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Fugs,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.