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 Congo and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Loose Ends 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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ronan,
Eve St. Jones,
Japan,
MC5,
Dawn Penn,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Henry Cow,
Alison Limerick,
The Raincoats,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Visage,
DJ Sneak,
Banda Bassotti,
E-Dancer,
Marvin Gaye,
Bob Dylan,
Matthew Halsall,
Cal Tjader,
Idris Muhammad,
Radio Birdman,
Spoonie Gee,
K-Klass,
Traffic Nightmare,
Radiohead,
Flamin' Groovies,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lightning Bolt,
The Skatalites,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Deadbeat,
The Detroit Cobras,
Motorama,
David Bowie,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Real Kids,
Black Flag,
The Five Americans,
Maurizio,
Yellowson,
Ponytail,
Ituana,
Aural Exciters,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Robert Görl,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bobbi Humphrey,
AZ,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Velvet Underground,
Oblivians,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pulsallama,
Tommy Roe,
Barry Ungar,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jerry's Kids,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Josef K,
The Smoke,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.