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 Sri Lanka and from Seoul.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Silicon Teens to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
T.S.O.L.,
Rufus Thomas,
Pole,
Blossom Toes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The New Christs,
Severed Heads,
the Swans,
Prince Buster,
Marmalade,
Symarip,
The Dead C,
Max Romeo,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Tomorrow,
Youth Brigade,
Deadbeat,
Tom Boy,
The Trojans,
Albert Ayler,
AZ,
Eric B and Rakim,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sound Behaviour,
The Busters,
Yazoo,
Gang Starr,
The Mojo Men,
Bronski Beat,
Absolute Body Control,
the Fania All-Stars,
Junior Murvin,
The Shadows of Knight,
Toni Rubio,
Peter & Gordon,
Anakelly,
Todd Rundgren,
Erasure,
Parry Music,
The Star Department,
Jerry's Kids,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ponytail,
Franke,
Bootsy Collins,
New Age Steppers,
MC5,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pussy Galore,
Soulsonic Force,
Boz Scaggs,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ituana,
The Residents,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Black Bananas,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.