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 Spain and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 marimba 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 Outsiders to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers 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 '90s.
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 The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
In Retrospect,
The United States of America,
Marine Girls,
Brass Construction,
The Doobie Brothers,
Talk Talk,
Whodini,
The Sonics,
Steve Hackett,
Soft Cell,
Nick Fraelich,
Los Fastidios,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Aaron Thompson,
The Star Department,
Bronski Beat,
Reagan Youth,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Groovy Waters,
Oneida,
the Slits,
Chris Corsano,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Brand Nubian,
Smog,
Deadbeat,
Joey Negro,
Frankie Knuckles,
Skriet,
Patti Smith,
Panda Bear,
Ohio Players,
The Music Machine,
Radiohead,
The Fugs,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Todd Rundgren,
Angry Samoans,
Sam Rivers,
The Five Americans,
Guru Guru,
These Immortal Souls,
The Count Five,
KRS-One,
Jeff Mills,
The Real Kids,
The Gladiators,
Nils Olav,
The Residents,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
New Age Steppers,
The J.B.'s,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sex Pistols,
ABBA,
Zero Boys,
Wally Richardson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Angels of Light,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.