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 Somalia and from Woodstock.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Victims. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
The Misunderstood,
H. Thieme,
Con Funk Shun,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bluetip,
Dawn Penn,
Barbara Tucker,
Surgeon,
Eric Copeland,
The Angels of Light,
The Gories,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Sonics,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Soft Cell,
Royal Trux,
Isaac Hayes,
Derrick Morgan,
The Five Americans,
The Mummies,
The Victims,
The American Breed,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pantaleimon,
D'Angelo,
Skriet,
Piero Umiliani,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bad Manners,
Loose Ends,
Peter & Gordon,
Flash Fearless,
Flamin' Groovies,
the Swans,
The Fortunes,
Guru Guru,
Pierre Henry,
Mr. Review,
Khruangbin,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Mission of Burma,
Malaria!,
Talk Talk,
Radio Birdman,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sixth Finger,
Laurel Aitken,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Detroit Cobras,
A Certain Ratio,
Shoche,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kayak,
The Smiths,
Lower 48,
Charles Mingus,
The Busters,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.