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 Guyana and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Dorothy Ashby to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Names. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
Flash Fearless,
Lalo Schifrin,
Juan Atkins,
The Neon Judgement,
Joy Division,
Mark Hollis,
In Retrospect,
Slick Rick,
Kayak,
Groovy Waters,
The Knickerbockers,
Soulsonic Force,
Boz Scaggs,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Nils Olav,
Sight & Sound,
Radio Birdman,
Tom Boy,
The Pop Group,
Gerry Rafferty,
Girls At Our Best!,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Essential Logic,
Wire,
Average White Band,
The Walker Brothers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kenny Larkin,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Eli Mardock,
Parry Music,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ludus,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Mad Mike,
Letta Mbulu,
Qualms,
Bill Near,
Babytalk,
Oblivians,
Half Japanese,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Can,
Marcia Griffiths,
R.M.O.,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Stetsasonic,
Bill Wells,
The Five Americans,
The Grass Roots,
Sun Ra,
Delta 5,
Yusef Lateef,
Matthew Bourne,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Hot Snakes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Peter & Gordon,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.