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 New Zealand and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Houston.
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 sitar 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 Kings Of Tomorrow 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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding 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 '90s.
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 Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sarah Menescal,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rosa Yemen,
The Smiths,
Loose Ends,
The Fuzztones,
Mad Mike,
Agitation Free,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Sonics,
Andrew Hill,
Television Personalities,
Tim Buckley,
Tomorrow,
Lakeside,
T.S.O.L.,
Grey Daturas,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Clear Light,
The Fall,
Y Pants,
Lindisfarne,
Eric Dolphy,
Bobby Byrd,
Silicon Teens,
Ossler,
Skarface,
Boredoms,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
a-ha,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Fela Kuti,
Arthur Verocai,
The United States of America,
Saccharine Trust,
Glenn Branca,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sällskapet,
ABC,
Rod Modell,
Warren Ellis,
Icehouse,
Sandy B,
Lightning Bolt,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sixth Finger,
Steve Hackett,
Joey Negro,
Minutemen,
Chris Corsano,
Crooked Eye,
This Heat,
T. Rex,
The Last Poets,
Nirvana,
Harry Pussy,
The Gories,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bluetip,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.