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 Paraguay and from London.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 Ultimate Spinach 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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp 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 clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
Magma,
Ten City,
Loose Ends,
Sonny Sharrock,
Organ,
Joey Negro,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Minor Threat,
DJ Style,
F. McDonald,
Public Enemy,
Bobby Sherman,
Alice Coltrane,
Wire,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Archie Shepp,
Sexual Harrassment,
Neil Young,
Lower 48,
Suburban Knight,
Chrome,
The Durutti Column,
The Litter,
Skaos,
Quando Quango,
The Angels of Light,
Al Stewart,
Gabor Szabo,
Gastr Del Sol,
Donald Byrd,
the Human League,
Sällskapet,
Brothers Johnson,
The Associates,
Mark Hollis,
Television,
Livin' Joy,
Johnny Clarke,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Scott Walker,
Jawbox,
Skarface,
Half Japanese,
The Vogues,
This Heat,
R.M.O.,
Underground Resistance,
Liliput,
Ludus,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pere Ubu,
Vainqueur,
Unrelated Segments,
Hardrive,
Dark Day,
Pole,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.