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 Malta and from Paris.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Knickerbockers to the jazz 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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum 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 rap 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 clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
Fad Gadget,
Bush Tetras,
DNA,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Five Americans,
Tres Demented,
New York Dolls,
Johnny Clarke,
Colin Newman,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Vainqueur,
The United States of America,
Wally Richardson,
Loose Ends,
Organ,
The Slackers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Black Bananas,
Delta 5,
Unrelated Segments,
Yaz,
This Heat,
Donald Byrd,
Donny Hathaway,
The Smiths,
Stetsasonic,
Dave Gahan,
MC5,
Wolf Eyes,
New Age Steppers,
T. Rex,
Khruangbin,
the Fania All-Stars,
Can,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gerry Rafferty,
Judy Mowatt,
Neil Young,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sällskapet,
Au Pairs,
The Velvet Underground,
the Normal,
Joe Finger,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
La Düsseldorf,
Nils Olav,
Intrusion,
Erykah Badu,
The Residents,
Grey Daturas,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Scan 7,
Camouflage,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Joe Smooth,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Germs,
Byron Stingily,
The Last Poets,
Howard Jones,
The Durutti Column,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.