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 Samoa and from Bologna.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Cal Tjader to the disco 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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
Pylon,
Sonic Youth,
Mo-Dettes,
Kas Product,
Rufus Thomas,
The Litter,
Loose Ends,
This Heat,
Tim Buckley,
Radio Birdman,
Suburban Knight,
Pole,
The Vogues,
The Slits,
It's A Beautiful Day,
David Axelrod,
Kenny Larkin,
T. Rex,
Derrick Morgan,
Khruangbin,
Cybotron,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Marmalade,
Ultra Naté,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ronnie Foster,
The Moleskins,
Grauzone,
The Martian,
Soul Sonic Force,
Maleditus Sound,
Dual Sessions,
Main Source,
10cc,
Eli Mardock,
Jeff Lynne,
Organ,
Cluster,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Delta 5,
Robert Wyatt,
Nas,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Eddi Front,
MC5,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Five Americans,
Warren Ellis,
Colin Newman,
The J.B.'s,
Minutemen,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
David McCallum,
Jeru the Damaja,
Supertramp,
Pussy Galore,
Babytalk,
Idris Muhammad,
Hoover,
Boz Scaggs,
Ornette Coleman,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.