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 Sri Lanka and from Accra.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Kerrie Biddell 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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
Josef K,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gichy Dan,
The Dirtbombs,
Janne Schatter,
Jacob Miller,
Pere Ubu,
The Red Krayola,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bill Wells,
Bob Dylan,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
John Cale,
Malaria!,
Guru Guru,
Scion,
Nick Fraelich,
ABC,
Joe Smooth,
Mary Jane Girls,
Khruangbin,
The Neon Judgement,
Black Pus,
Trumans Water,
Ohio Players,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Juan Atkins,
Slave,
Sandy B,
Zero Boys,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Clear Light,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Tres Demented,
Sex Pistols,
Glenn Branca,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ultimate Spinach,
Black Flag,
L. Decosne,
Radiohead,
Kool Moe Dee,
Boredoms,
Sound Behaviour,
Audionom,
James White and The Blacks,
Sun Ra,
Chrome,
Rekid,
Intrusion,
Soft Machine,
Grandmaster Flash,
Technova,
Faust,
Stiv Bators,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Hot Snakes,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.