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 Bahamas and from New York.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 The Walker Brothers to the punk 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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Mary Jane Girls,
Fatback Band,
The Sonics,
Robert Wyatt,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
One Last Wish,
Cheater Slicks,
The Knickerbockers,
Quando Quango,
Pulsallama,
Trumans Water,
Stereo Dub,
Lalann,
Bootsy Collins,
Scan 7,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Fugs,
Deakin,
Agitation Free,
The Neon Judgement,
Rapeman,
Sister Nancy,
Joyce Sims,
Harmonia,
Oblivians,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Quadrant,
The Busters,
Wasted Youth,
Clear Light,
Scratch Acid,
Lyres,
Adolescents,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Royal Trux,
T.S.O.L.,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Minny Pops,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Scrapy,
Boredoms,
The Doobie Brothers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Monochrome Set,
Faraquet,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Todd Rundgren,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rotary Connection,
Bill Near,
Alton Ellis,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jeff Mills,
Kurtis Blow,
Symarip,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Robert Görl,
OOIOO,
Robert Hood,
Avey Tare,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.