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 Sweden and from Portland.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Jakarta.
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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Masters at Work to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
Cal Tjader,
Half Japanese,
Scrapy,
John Lydon,
Thompson Twins,
Anthony Braxton,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The J.B.'s,
Sister Nancy,
Marcia Griffiths,
Colin Newman,
The Stooges,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kurtis Blow,
Black Pus,
New York Dolls,
Matthew Bourne,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Arcadia,
Infiniti,
The Move,
Television Personalities,
John Coltrane,
Eurythmics,
The Fortunes,
Bootsy Collins,
EPMD,
Steve Hackett,
Donny Hathaway,
Basic Channel,
The Misunderstood,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Black Bananas,
Fela Kuti,
Unwound,
Lower 48,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Selecter,
Surgeon,
The Sound,
Todd Terry,
Eve St. Jones,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sight & Sound,
Janne Schatter,
Franke,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jesper Dahlback,
Boredoms,
Shuggie Otis,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Oblivians,
Stetsasonic,
Sex Pistols,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Glambeats Corp.,
Morten Harket,
The Pretty Things,
Leonard Cohen,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.