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 Libya and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Moby Grape to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 the Slits. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Susan Cadogan,
R.M.O.,
The Gap Band,
Au Pairs,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pantytec,
Bauhaus,
Little Man,
Boz Scaggs,
Clear Light,
Iggy Pop,
June Days,
Mark Hollis,
Young Marble Giants,
JFA,
Sight & Sound,
Kerri Chandler,
Joyce Sims,
Archie Shepp,
Bluetip,
Ludus,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eddi Front,
The Selecter,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Cal Tjader,
Pole,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Graham Central Station,
The Skatalites,
June of 44,
Radio Birdman,
Pylon,
Pere Ubu,
the Germs,
The Happenings,
Robert Wyatt,
Livin' Joy,
John Cale,
EPMD,
Visage,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Vogues,
The Smiths,
Masters at Work,
Soul Sonic Force,
Robert Hood,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Reagan Youth,
Symarip,
Country Teasers,
The Divine Comedy,
Moss Icon,
Max Romeo,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Offenders,
Parry Music,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eli Mardock,
Bob Dylan,
Ornette Coleman,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.