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 Denmark and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 In Retrospect to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
Half Japanese,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Derrick Morgan,
Susan Cadogan,
Make Up,
Au Pairs,
The Shadows of Knight,
FM Einheit,
Moby Grape,
Infiniti,
Girls At Our Best!,
Von Mondo,
H. Thieme,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eric B and Rakim,
Isaac Hayes,
Spandau Ballet,
Scratch Acid,
Shoche,
E-Dancer,
Lalo Schifrin,
Colin Newman,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sun City Girls,
Sonny Sharrock,
Mission of Burma,
The Alarm Clocks,
Scrapy,
Warsaw,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ice-T,
Tomorrow,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Normal,
Anakelly,
Juan Atkins,
Gastr Del Sol,
David McCallum,
Reuben Wilson,
Kevin Saunderson,
Don Cherry,
Soft Machine,
Country Teasers,
B.T. Express,
Barry Ungar,
Pere Ubu,
Echospace,
the Soft Cell,
Gregory Isaacs,
John Holt,
Nik Kershaw,
Harry Pussy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Mandrill,
The Associates,
Jeff Mills,
Freddie Wadling,
The Red Krayola,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.