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 Gabon and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 the Germs to the techno 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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
Angry Samoans,
Ultimate Spinach,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Grey Daturas,
Section 25,
Royal Trux,
Duran Duran,
Procol Harum,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Y Pants,
Crooked Eye,
Clear Light,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Cramps,
The Stooges,
The Selecter,
Bill Near,
Ken Boothe,
Fela Kuti,
Drexciya,
The Blues Magoos,
John Cale,
Soul II Soul,
Eric B and Rakim,
Mary Jane Girls,
One Last Wish,
Young Marble Giants,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Fall,
Soul Sonic Force,
Livin' Joy,
Jesper Dahlback,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Suburban Knight,
Nation of Ulysses,
Drive Like Jehu,
Little Man,
Hardrive,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
B.T. Express,
ABC,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Buckinghams,
Aloha Tigers,
Country Teasers,
The Grass Roots,
Guru Guru,
Man Parrish,
Franke,
Derrick May,
Jawbox,
Minny Pops,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Idris Muhammad,
Kurtis Blow,
Absolute Body Control,
Radiohead,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.