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 Lesotho and from Calgary.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the guitar 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 the Sonics to the rock 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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sugar Minott,
Ultravox,
The Gun Club,
ABC,
Pylon,
Los Fastidios,
The Seeds,
Index,
Sällskapet,
Aloha Tigers,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bobby Byrd,
Cecil Taylor,
Stiv Bators,
Rod Modell,
Boredoms,
MC5,
kango's stein massive,
Henry Cow,
Sun City Girls,
Dennis Brown,
The Golliwogs,
H. Thieme,
Marmalade,
The Moody Blues,
Josef K,
Shuggie Otis,
the Sonics,
Banda Bassotti,
Vainqueur,
Alphaville,
Scientists,
Matthew Halsall,
Pantaleimon,
Tears for Fears,
The Count Five,
Harpers Bizarre,
DJ Style,
Whodini,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Misunderstood,
Kool Moe Dee,
Connie Case,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Spoonie Gee,
The Saints,
Icehouse,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Howard Jones,
The Fall,
Ossler,
Quando Quango,
The Kinks,
Wings,
Youth Brigade,
Eyeless In Gaza,
CMW,
Thompson Twins,
Circle Jerks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kas Product,
Dark Day,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.