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 Denmark and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Tubeway Army to the rock 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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Public Enemy,
MDC,
Camberwell Now,
Guru Guru,
Goldenarms,
Funkadelic,
World's Most,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Velvet Underground,
The Fire Engines,
Crash Course in Science,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Slits,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Nik Kershaw,
Rufus Thomas,
X-Ray Spex,
Maleditus Sound,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Terrestrial Tones,
Second Layer,
Dead Boys,
Girls At Our Best!,
Talk Talk,
Little Man,
Hoover,
Moss Icon,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Inner City,
EPMD,
Jeff Lynne,
Cluster,
Stetsasonic,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rod Modell,
The Buckinghams,
Newcleus,
Lyres,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Howard Jones,
Laurel Aitken,
Spandau Ballet,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Fatback Band,
Blossom Toes,
Mandrill,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Cymande,
Deakin,
Nico,
The Vogues,
The Motions,
Crooked Eye,
Boz Scaggs,
Minutemen,
Excepter,
Gang of Four,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.