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 Venezuela and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 rhodes 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aaron Thompson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Grass Roots,
Rufus Thomas,
Cabaret Voltaire,
cv313,
Niagra,
Minny Pops,
Erykah Badu,
Black Pus,
Gang Green,
Youth Brigade,
Swell Maps,
Ultra Naté,
Pharoah Sanders,
Zapp,
Babytalk,
Kerri Chandler,
AZ,
Motorama,
the Bar-Kays,
Chrome,
Ludus,
Tom Boy,
FM Einheit,
Scott Walker,
The Walker Brothers,
Bad Manners,
Newcleus,
These Immortal Souls,
The Trojans,
Boz Scaggs,
Mr. Review,
The Fugs,
Angry Samoans,
Subhumans,
Jeff Lynne,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Remains,
In Retrospect,
The Monochrome Set,
Vainqueur,
Interpol,
Lightning Bolt,
Josef K,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Hasil Adkins,
Rites of Spring,
The Cramps,
John Coltrane,
The Star Department,
The Beau Brummels,
Soul II Soul,
Prince Buster,
Pantytec,
Crime,
Delon & Dalcan,
Michelle Simonal,
Sister Nancy,
Easy Going,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.