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 Sudan and from Accra.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Glasgow.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Danielle Patucci to the punk 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 Litter. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sandy B,
Ornette Coleman,
Crime,
Brass Construction,
cv313,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Vladislav Delay,
The Red Krayola,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gang of Four,
Laurel Aitken,
Barrington Levy,
The Birthday Party,
Country Teasers,
Ponytail,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rekid,
The Fall,
H. Thieme,
Dave Gahan,
Bang On A Can,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lou Christie,
Swell Maps,
a-ha,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Black Bananas,
David Bowie,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
T.S.O.L.,
The Sound,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Surgeon,
Soul II Soul,
Judy Mowatt,
Jerry's Kids,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Von Mondo,
Flipper,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ken Boothe,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sixth Finger,
Mad Mike,
Stiv Bators,
Juan Atkins,
Jacques Brel,
Mary Jane Girls,
Blake Baxter,
Newcleus,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Scientists,
The Zeros,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.