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 Libya and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
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 Bob Dylan to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
Basic Channel,
The Standells,
Index,
Peter and Kerry,
Tommy Roe,
the Normal,
Aaron Thompson,
Make Up,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Warren Ellis,
The Grass Roots,
The Smoke,
A Certain Ratio,
Monks,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Red Krayola,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Detroit Cobras,
The New Christs,
Jesper Dahlback,
Yusef Lateef,
Marc Almond,
Rapeman,
Alton Ellis,
Sight & Sound,
Fear,
Fluxion,
Matthew Halsall,
Maleditus Sound,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Nas,
Camberwell Now,
Schoolly D,
The Flesh Eaters,
Zero Boys,
E-Dancer,
Bill Near,
Susan Cadogan,
Judy Mowatt,
Radiohead,
Kenny Larkin,
Wings,
Lightning Bolt,
Funkadelic,
The Slackers,
Minor Threat,
Wire,
Gregory Isaacs,
Scott Walker,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Vainqueur,
Graham Central Station,
Matthew Bourne,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.