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 Cape Verde 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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Parry Music to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
The Detroit Cobras,
Byron Stingily,
Arab on Radar,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Maleditus Sound,
Matthew Halsall,
Joe Smooth,
The Divine Comedy,
Brick,
The Last Poets,
X-Ray Spex,
Amon Düül II,
Eve St. Jones,
Erykah Badu,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Sonics,
Harmonia,
The Misunderstood,
The Blackbyrds,
Bang On A Can,
The Young Rascals,
Metal Thangz,
Livin' Joy,
X-102,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Count Five,
The Alarm Clocks,
China Crisis,
Deepchord,
Lee Hazlewood,
David Axelrod,
Ultra Naté,
Quando Quango,
The American Breed,
Warsaw,
The Cure,
Camberwell Now,
The Real Kids,
The Residents,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Techniques,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Throbbing Gristle,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Faraquet,
Crime,
ABC,
Patti Smith,
The Cramps,
The Smoke,
Skarface,
Black Sheep,
Nik Kershaw,
Alton Ellis,
Flipper,
The Sound,
Warren Ellis,
The Evens,
Godley & Creme,
Dark Day,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.