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 Vietnam and from Spokane.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Shanghai.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Association. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
F. McDonald,
Fatback Band,
Leonard Cohen,
The Count Five,
The Techniques,
Bronski Beat,
The Dirtbombs,
Absolute Body Control,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
the Germs,
New Age Steppers,
David Bowie,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Suburban Knight,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Monolake,
Swans,
Hardrive,
The Star Department,
Hashim,
The Dead C,
Lungfish,
Marine Girls,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Desert Stars,
Delon & Dalcan,
Hot Snakes,
Quando Quango,
D'Angelo,
Bootsy Collins,
Janne Schatter,
Sparks,
Masters at Work,
Bush Tetras,
Lou Reed,
Organ,
Letta Mbulu,
Average White Band,
Deepchord,
Technova,
Model 500,
The Mummies,
Cheater Slicks,
Rekid,
Lakeside,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
L. Decosne,
Mission of Burma,
a-ha,
Sixth Finger,
Swell Maps,
Bill Near,
Popol Vuh,
Jacques Brel,
New York Dolls,
The Mojo Men,
Icehouse,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.