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 Haiti and from Milan.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Warren Ellis to the punk 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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
Joe Smooth,
DJ Sneak,
Jeff Lynne,
Ralphi Rosario,
Depeche Mode,
Ponytail,
Juan Atkins,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Todd Rundgren,
R.M.O.,
Andrew Hill,
Quadrant,
Yusef Lateef,
Kurtis Blow,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bill Near,
The Blues Magoos,
The Sonics,
Aural Exciters,
Laurel Aitken,
Brass Construction,
Kerrie Biddell,
Goldenarms,
The Skatalites,
Fela Kuti,
Alison Limerick,
The Mummies,
The Last Poets,
Soft Cell,
Donald Byrd,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lou Christie,
Tom Boy,
Absolute Body Control,
The Music Machine,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Talk Talk,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Offenders,
Suicide,
Stereo Dub,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Niagra,
Roxette,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
This Heat,
Make Up,
Deadbeat,
FM Einheit,
Don Cherry,
Dual Sessions,
Soul II Soul,
Chrome,
New Age Steppers,
Thee Headcoats,
Judy Mowatt,
Deepchord,
Josef K,
Los Fastidios,
Subhumans,
David Axelrod,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.