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 Chile 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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Babytalk to the jazz 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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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?
The Remains,
Nas,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Grauzone,
The Smiths,
Sun Ra,
Eric B and Rakim,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gabor Szabo,
Lucky Dragons,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Dave Clark Five,
Intrusion,
Magma,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Danielle Patucci,
The Selecter,
Absolute Body Control,
Josef K,
Wally Richardson,
Lower 48,
Little Man,
Piero Umiliani,
Sugar Minott,
Kenny Larkin,
Crash Course in Science,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Alice Coltrane,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Crispy Ambulance,
Colin Newman,
The Fuzztones,
Rapeman,
Connie Case,
Slave,
The Residents,
Sound Behaviour,
One Last Wish,
Todd Rundgren,
Stetsasonic,
The American Breed,
Fatback Band,
Section 25,
Unwound,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lalo Schifrin,
Stiv Bators,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Monks,
Donald Byrd,
Thompson Twins,
Lakeside,
Sparks,
Blake Baxter,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
June Days,
Smog,
Eurythmics,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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.