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 South Africa and from Mumbai.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 oboe 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 Amon Düül to the grunge 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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
Barrington Levy,
Simply Red,
Sparks,
The Zeros,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Urselle,
Sunsets and Hearts,
John Coltrane,
Marcia Griffiths,
Crispian St. Peters,
Mantronix,
The Doobie Brothers,
Boredoms,
Unwound,
Ken Boothe,
Eve St. Jones,
Jimmy McGriff,
Aural Exciters,
Barry Ungar,
The Smiths,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Minny Pops,
Vladislav Delay,
Adolescents,
B.T. Express,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Vainqueur,
Dawn Penn,
David McCallum,
Darondo,
Faraquet,
Roxy Music,
Panda Bear,
the Association,
Camouflage,
Grey Daturas,
Shuggie Otis,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Dark Day,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Anthony Braxton,
a-ha,
Moebius,
Electric Prunes,
Crime,
Pet Shop Boys,
Danielle Patucci,
Flamin' Groovies,
Mo-Dettes,
Bauhaus,
Khruangbin,
Con Funk Shun,
Eden Ahbez,
Underground Resistance,
Angry Samoans,
Ossler,
Half Japanese,
Joey Negro,
Trumans Water,
Sister Nancy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.