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 Luxembourg and from Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the punk 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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
Erykah Badu,
Jeff Mills,
Jeff Lynne,
The Sonics,
Big Daddy Kane,
Royal Trux,
Sun Ra,
Harmonia,
Sound Behaviour,
The J.B.'s,
Japan,
Drive Like Jehu,
kango's stein massive,
Traffic Nightmare,
Deakin,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Doors,
Aswad,
Joey Negro,
Au Pairs,
Jacob Miller,
Cal Tjader,
Scrapy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Cybotron,
Bobby Womack,
Moss Icon,
Mars,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Franke,
New Age Steppers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Crispy Ambulance,
Chris Corsano,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kas Product,
Maurizio,
Television Personalities,
X-101,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bad Manners,
Susan Cadogan,
Depeche Mode,
8 Eyed Spy,
Matthew Halsall,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Moebius,
Public Enemy,
Yusef Lateef,
John Foxx,
These Immortal Souls,
Quantec,
The Gap Band,
10cc,
Glambeats Corp.,
Babytalk,
L. Decosne,
The Beau Brummels,
FM Einheit,
Tubeway Army,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.