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 Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 spring reverb 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 Judy Mowatt to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
KRS-One,
Can,
Sparks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Eric Dolphy,
Byron Stingily,
The Dave Clark Five,
Main Source,
Bush Tetras,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Unrelated Segments,
Mars,
The Real Kids,
The Moleskins,
Suicide,
Gastr Del Sol,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Popol Vuh,
La Düsseldorf,
Neu!,
Piero Umiliani,
Deepchord,
Kayak,
Glambeats Corp.,
Skaos,
Crash Course in Science,
Crooked Eye,
The Evens,
The Mummies,
Harpers Bizarre,
Cecil Taylor,
Circle Jerks,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Toasters,
Joyce Sims,
X-101,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Erasure,
Joy Division,
Theoretical Girls,
Jerry's Kids,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Smog,
Inner City,
DJ Style,
Cymande,
James White and The Blacks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
John Lydon,
AZ,
Mission of Burma,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Names,
the Germs,
MDC,
Gang Gang Dance,
Davy DMX,
T. Rex,
The Cowsills,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.