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 Ecuador and from Madrid.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Amon Düül to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
The Music Machine,
The New Christs,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sonny Sharrock,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Alton Ellis,
Cameo,
Tom Boy,
Arab on Radar,
Surgeon,
Flash Fearless,
Shoche,
Niagra,
Barclay James Harvest,
Soul II Soul,
Jacques Brel,
Crooked Eye,
The Knickerbockers,
Porter Ricks,
The Pop Group,
Magazine,
Nico,
Supertramp,
Black Bananas,
The Raincoats,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
New Order,
The Gladiators,
Dark Day,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
ABC,
The Birthday Party,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Dave Gahan,
Brass Construction,
Zero Boys,
MDC,
Peter & Gordon,
Saccharine Trust,
Sight & Sound,
Banda Bassotti,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Blake Baxter,
Faust,
D'Angelo,
The Selecter,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Fania All-Stars,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ultimate Spinach,
Deakin,
Ossler,
Panda Bear,
Bill Near,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Severed Heads,
Camouflage,
Matthew Halsall,
Lightning Bolt,
MC5,
Darondo,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.