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 South Sudan and from Houston.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 mellotron 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 Eve St. Jones to the dance 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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Eric Dolphy,
Chris Corsano,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ponytail,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kenny Larkin,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rekid,
Howard Jones,
The Fire Engines,
Lightning Bolt,
Amazonics,
Lakeside,
China Crisis,
Organ,
Soft Machine,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bizarre Inc.,
Dark Day,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Stiv Bators,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Red Krayola,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kaleidoscope,
Swans,
Jeff Mills,
Scientists,
Chris & Cosey,
Crash Course in Science,
Marc Almond,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Erykah Badu,
Accadde A,
Max Romeo,
Moby Grape,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Cymande,
Youth Brigade,
Urselle,
Barrington Levy,
Eve St. Jones,
DNA,
Jerry's Kids,
Unrelated Segments,
Prince Buster,
Rotary Connection,
The Zeros,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ralphi Rosario,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Raincoats,
Sparks,
The Saints,
The Gap Band,
Faraquet,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Con Funk Shun,
the Slits,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.