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 Iran and from Lyon.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 linndrum 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 The Pretty Things to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Essential Logic,
Mary Jane Girls,
Easy Going,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
D'Angelo,
Y Pants,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Fortunes,
Simply Red,
Roy Ayers,
Don Cherry,
Minny Pops,
In Retrospect,
Alton Ellis,
Soulsonic Force,
Sixth Finger,
Marmalade,
Banda Bassotti,
The Alarm Clocks,
David Axelrod,
Mission of Burma,
Curtis Mayfield,
Thee Headcoats,
Country Teasers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pantytec,
The Doobie Brothers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Isaac Hayes,
Idris Muhammad,
Robert Görl,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Kinks,
Mark Hollis,
Piero Umiliani,
cv313,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Albert Ayler,
Public Image Ltd.,
Black Pus,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Talk Talk,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jandek,
Gang Gang Dance,
B.T. Express,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
LL Cool J,
Fluxion,
Crooked Eye,
Supertramp,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Gories,
The Stooges,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Deakin,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.