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 Iceland and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Black Pus to the grunge 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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Black Flag,
Pere Ubu,
Alphaville,
Davy DMX,
The Fall,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ultravox,
Bush Tetras,
Crispy Ambulance,
Index,
Simply Red,
Mission of Burma,
The Remains,
Flash Fearless,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kenny Larkin,
Monolake,
Jawbox,
Grauzone,
Desert Stars,
Ludus,
Swell Maps,
Ronan,
Henry Cow,
Dave Gahan,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kurtis Blow,
Pierre Henry,
Charles Mingus,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Velvet Underground,
Lou Christie,
Tim Buckley,
Tears for Fears,
Tommy Roe,
June Days,
Bauhaus,
Black Bananas,
Q and Not U,
David McCallum,
The Wake,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Matthew Halsall,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ultra Naté,
Kerrie Biddell,
the Germs,
Stereo Dub,
Nico,
Bobby Sherman,
Babytalk,
Tres Demented,
Duran Duran,
Parry Music,
Magazine,
Todd Terry,
The Happenings,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.