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 Guinea and from Halifax.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 organ 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the electroclash 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
Boz Scaggs,
The Cramps,
Chris Corsano,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pylon,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Velvet Underground,
Juan Atkins,
Supertramp,
ABBA,
The New Christs,
Roger Hodgson,
Grauzone,
Eden Ahbez,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Public Enemy,
The Gories,
Letta Mbulu,
Morten Harket,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Young Marble Giants,
Essential Logic,
Mr. Review,
Godley & Creme,
Arab on Radar,
London Community Gospel Choir,
R.M.O.,
Model 500,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sonic Youth,
Junior Murvin,
Fugazi,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Joy Division,
Television Personalities,
Unrelated Segments,
Echospace,
Eli Mardock,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lou Christie,
Maleditus Sound,
Technova,
Tubeway Army,
The Real Kids,
Minnie Riperton,
Skriet,
Blossom Toes,
OOIOO,
Con Funk Shun,
The Flesh Eaters,
Mandrill,
Mad Mike,
Bobby Byrd,
David Axelrod,
Faraquet,
Kerri Chandler,
Pierre Henry,
Anakelly,
UT,
The Electric Prunes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.