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 Maldives and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Toronto.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bizarre Inc. to the jazz 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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
Morten Harket,
Goldenarms,
Sun City Girls,
The Slackers,
Gichy Dan,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gang Gang Dance,
Johnny Clarke,
Boredoms,
The Moleskins,
Wolf Eyes,
Organ,
Hashim,
Scientists,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Flipper,
Laurel Aitken,
Drive Like Jehu,
D'Angelo,
The Standells,
Crash Course in Science,
Depeche Mode,
Jacob Miller,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Litter,
Jeff Lynne,
L. Decosne,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sam Rivers,
Lightning Bolt,
Dual Sessions,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Throbbing Gristle,
Carl Craig,
Schoolly D,
One Last Wish,
Amon Düül II,
Lucky Dragons,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The United States of America,
Ponytail,
Barry Ungar,
Wings,
Pylon,
Soul II Soul,
Joey Negro,
Newcleus,
Excepter,
Fluxion,
The Mummies,
The Smiths,
Thee Headcoats,
Bobby Byrd,
The Durutti Column,
Don Cherry,
Essential Logic,
John Holt,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.