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 Poland and from Manchester.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bologna.
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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
X-Ray Spex,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Cramps,
Accadde A,
Robert Görl,
DNA,
Rapeman,
June Days,
Dark Day,
Black Moon,
Absolute Body Control,
Mandrill,
Deadbeat,
Ituana,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Tom Boy,
Henry Cow,
David Bowie,
The Red Krayola,
Cluster,
Sight & Sound,
the Slits,
Donald Byrd,
Outsiders,
Royal Trux,
Amon Düül II,
Gong,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
John Coltrane,
Terry Callier,
The Monks,
Spandau Ballet,
Peter & Gordon,
Eden Ahbez,
Drive Like Jehu,
One Last Wish,
Mantronix,
Lucky Dragons,
Severed Heads,
The J.B.'s,
ABC,
Scratch Acid,
Can,
the Human League,
Eurythmics,
These Immortal Souls,
D'Angelo,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bobby Womack,
Technova,
Country Teasers,
The Saints,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Stetsasonic,
Delta 5,
Half Japanese,
The Knickerbockers,
Bobby Byrd,
Archie Shepp,
Metal Thangz,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Tommy Roe,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.