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 Samoa and from Manchester.
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 Glasgow and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Parry Music to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Khruangbin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
Robert Hood,
Ohio Players,
The Standells,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Clear Light,
Cluster,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jimmy McGriff,
Cheater Slicks,
Aaron Thompson,
Fela Kuti,
Pagans,
Pylon,
Albert Ayler,
Gang Green,
Surgeon,
Andrew Hill,
Fugazi,
Deadbeat,
Anakelly,
the Fania All-Stars,
Peter and Kerry,
Fatback Band,
Al Stewart,
This Heat,
X-101,
Pere Ubu,
Joe Finger,
Scan 7,
Black Flag,
Don Cherry,
Neu!,
Nik Kershaw,
The Trojans,
Tomorrow,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Dawn Penn,
Massinfluence,
Rites of Spring,
Bluetip,
The Tremeloes,
David Axelrod,
Letta Mbulu,
The Star Department,
La Düsseldorf,
Ponytail,
The Pop Group,
Royal Trux,
the Bar-Kays,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pet Shop Boys,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pole,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jacob Miller,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lyres,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Babytalk,
John Coltrane,
Bobby Sherman,
Scrapy,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.