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 Tonga and from Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 organ 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 AZ to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
Au Pairs,
the Germs,
Motorama,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Cluster,
Ralphi Rosario,
Steve Hackett,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Warren Ellis,
Electric Prunes,
The Dead C,
Faraquet,
Pierre Henry,
Amazonics,
F. McDonald,
Urselle,
The Skatalites,
Alison Limerick,
Spandau Ballet,
Scrapy,
Infiniti,
Radio Birdman,
the Sonics,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Little Man,
The Invisible,
Sällskapet,
Cecil Taylor,
Joyce Sims,
Excepter,
Adolescents,
Graham Central Station,
Shoche,
The Gap Band,
Wally Richardson,
Ken Boothe,
Nik Kershaw,
Bad Manners,
Bizarre Inc.,
Thompson Twins,
Franke,
The Leaves,
Spoonie Gee,
The Mummies,
Bobby Sherman,
Davy DMX,
China Crisis,
The Flesh Eaters,
Eric Copeland,
Public Enemy,
Quando Quango,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Durutti Column,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
MDC,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Arcadia,
The Divine Comedy,
Y Pants,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Yazoo,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.