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 Singapore and from Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 linndrum 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 Kas Product to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Zeros. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Porter Ricks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Roger Hodgson,
Lightning Bolt,
Bobby Womack,
Minutemen,
Sound Behaviour,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Remains,
Joensuu 1685,
Robert Görl,
The Electric Prunes,
The Zeros,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bill Wells,
Harry Pussy,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bad Manners,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Victims,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Robert Wyatt,
48th St. Collective,
Grey Daturas,
Zapp,
Stiv Bators,
The Index,
Fela Kuti,
Swell Maps,
The Tremeloes,
Soft Cell,
The Associates,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Alison Limerick,
The Fugs,
Minnie Riperton,
Warren Ellis,
Ludus,
Steve Hackett,
Jerry's Kids,
Oblivians,
Oneida,
Scratch Acid,
Absolute Body Control,
Darondo,
June of 44,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Eurythmics,
The Birthday Party,
Sun City Girls,
Terrestrial Tones,
Henry Cow,
Flipper,
Nirvana,
Morten Harket,
Tim Buckley,
Joe Smooth,
Black Sheep,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Busters,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Shoche,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.