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 Indonesia 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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 spring reverb 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 Arcadia to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
Barrington Levy,
the Swans,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Boz Scaggs,
T. Rex,
The Dirtbombs,
Althea and Donna,
Max Romeo,
The Monks,
Gang Starr,
Von Mondo,
Roxy Music,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Country Teasers,
The Real Kids,
The Five Americans,
Bobbi Humphrey,
F. McDonald,
Bush Tetras,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
the Association,
Eddi Front,
Fluxion,
Metal Thangz,
Lindisfarne,
Sight & Sound,
Tomorrow,
Pussy Galore,
Agitation Free,
Drive Like Jehu,
Depeche Mode,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Infiniti,
The Gladiators,
The Sonics,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Gun Club,
Toni Rubio,
Man Parrish,
The Misunderstood,
MC5,
Robert Görl,
Pole,
The Smoke,
Isaac Hayes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Dawn Penn,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Deadbeat,
Amazonics,
Grey Daturas,
Oneida,
Judy Mowatt,
Sällskapet,
The Music Machine,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Warsaw,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.