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 Uruguay and from Winnipeg.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lyon.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Toasters,
Anthony Braxton,
The Evens,
The Cramps,
Popol Vuh,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Severed Heads,
The Seeds,
Ralphi Rosario,
David McCallum,
Todd Terry,
kango's stein massive,
Moss Icon,
Deadbeat,
Pulsallama,
Bootsy Collins,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Mummies,
DNA,
The Zeros,
Avey Tare,
Gong,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Joe Finger,
The Moody Blues,
D'Angelo,
Roxette,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Names,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Barry Ungar,
F. McDonald,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sound Behaviour,
The Fugs,
The Tremeloes,
The Durutti Column,
The Offenders,
Jimmy McGriff,
Smog,
the Sonics,
John Foxx,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Dual Sessions,
Circle Jerks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lightning Bolt,
Letta Mbulu,
Faust,
The Angels of Light,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
LL Cool J,
Tears for Fears,
The Doors,
Livin' Joy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Cluster,
Talk Talk,
Chris & Cosey,
Judy Mowatt,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.