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 Burkina and from Toronto.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Mary Jane Girls to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Residents. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
The Zeros,
Sam Rivers,
Soul II Soul,
Supertramp,
Aaron Thompson,
Kurtis Blow,
Roxette,
T.S.O.L.,
Fela Kuti,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Alton Ellis,
Man Eating Sloth,
Simply Red,
Nick Fraelich,
Pole,
Drive Like Jehu,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Goldenarms,
Radiopuhelimet,
David McCallum,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Charles Mingus,
Dawn Penn,
The Pretty Things,
Negative Approach,
Interpol,
The New Christs,
Blossom Toes,
Masters at Work,
LL Cool J,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Depeche Mode,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Infiniti,
Roxy Music,
Little Man,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Byron Stingily,
ABBA,
Robert Wyatt,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Heaven 17,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Guru Guru,
Gong,
Jimmy McGriff,
Cameo,
PIL,
Barclay James Harvest,
Albert Ayler,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Godley & Creme,
The Gun Club,
Scientists,
One Last Wish,
Minny Pops,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.