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 Tuvalu and from Calgary.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 arpeggiator 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the disco 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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
Reuben Wilson,
The Standells,
Sonny Sharrock,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Knickerbockers,
Unrelated Segments,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Guru Guru,
Byron Stingily,
Q and Not U,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Black Pus,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Wings,
Electric Prunes,
The Martian,
The Pretty Things,
Heaven 17,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lucky Dragons,
Camberwell Now,
Slave,
Amon Düül,
Anthony Braxton,
Graham Central Station,
Hasil Adkins,
Eve St. Jones,
June Days,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jimmy McGriff,
ABBA,
Whodini,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
cv313,
Mad Mike,
London Community Gospel Choir,
June of 44,
Q65,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Selecter,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Deepchord,
Second Layer,
The Dead C,
Slick Rick,
Grey Daturas,
A Certain Ratio,
Soulsonic Force,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sugar Minott,
The Mummies,
Alice Coltrane,
In Retrospect,
The Leaves,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Associates,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kool Moe Dee,
T.S.O.L.,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.