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 Netherlands and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 rhodes 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 The Blues Magoos to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
The Kinks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Tommy Roe,
The Slits,
Bill Near,
Danielle Patucci,
This Heat,
The Seeds,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Johnny Osbourne,
Qualms,
The American Breed,
Drexciya,
Tim Buckley,
The Martian,
Silicon Teens,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Parry Music,
Alphaville,
Ultimate Spinach,
Duran Duran,
Dark Day,
Surgeon,
Matthew Halsall,
Alton Ellis,
Radiopuhelimet,
Organ,
Yusef Lateef,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rekid,
Tom Boy,
Amon Düül II,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sixth Finger,
Pharoah Sanders,
Deepchord,
Von Mondo,
Negative Approach,
Delon & Dalcan,
Motorama,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sparks,
Banda Bassotti,
New Age Steppers,
Jeff Mills,
Aural Exciters,
Severed Heads,
The Flesh Eaters,
Boredoms,
Electric Prunes,
the Germs,
Gabor Szabo,
Symarip,
Blancmange,
U.S. Maple,
Wasted Youth,
Buzzcocks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Freddie Wadling,
The Star Department,
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.