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 Dominica 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Holger Czukay 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 Smog to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
Ohio Players,
E-Dancer,
X-102,
Cheater Slicks,
Accadde A,
Little Man,
Fat Boys,
Roger Hodgson,
the Soft Cell,
The Stooges,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Buckinghams,
The Move,
Amon Düül,
The Blackbyrds,
Pierre Henry,
Wally Richardson,
The Mummies,
The Fugs,
Yellowson,
Banda Bassotti,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lyres,
One Last Wish,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Cameo,
Arthur Verocai,
Porter Ricks,
DJ Style,
The Smoke,
Jeff Lynne,
David McCallum,
Liliput,
Flipper,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Warsaw,
Nico,
Camouflage,
Royal Trux,
Depeche Mode,
Eve St. Jones,
Television Personalities,
Clear Light,
The J.B.'s,
Eric Dolphy,
John Holt,
Roxette,
Soft Cell,
John Cale,
Blancmange,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Johnny Osbourne,
Charles Mingus,
ABC,
The Monks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Blossom Toes,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lalann,
Zapp,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.