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 Solomon Islands and from Seoul.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 güiro 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 Niagra to the grunge 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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs 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 a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bauhaus,
The Names,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lucky Dragons,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Cameo,
These Immortal Souls,
UT,
Letta Mbulu,
Howard Jones,
The Skatalites,
Johnny Clarke,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Althea and Donna,
Sun Ra,
PIL,
Moby Grape,
This Heat,
AZ,
Minny Pops,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Fortunes,
Lindisfarne,
The Searchers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rufus Thomas,
The Associates,
Pussy Galore,
Terry Callier,
Maurizio,
Blake Baxter,
Index,
Buzzcocks,
Ossler,
Ohio Players,
Liliput,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pylon,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bad Manners,
Reuben Wilson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Symarip,
Babytalk,
Television,
New Age Steppers,
Von Mondo,
The Count Five,
the Soft Cell,
Eric Copeland,
Electric Light Orchestra,
David Bowie,
Yellowson,
The Beau Brummels,
The Remains,
Marc Almond,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.