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 Mauritania 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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the grunge 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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible 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 rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
The Star Department,
Pole,
The Red Krayola,
Essential Logic,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Pretty Things,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Smog,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Dirtbombs,
U.S. Maple,
Danielle Patucci,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Nick Fraelich,
Mary Jane Girls,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rufus Thomas,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sonny Sharrock,
Peter & Gordon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Searchers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bootsy Collins,
Brass Construction,
Kenny Larkin,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Crispian St. Peters,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gang Gang Dance,
Thompson Twins,
Minnie Riperton,
Qualms,
Infiniti,
John Foxx,
Simply Red,
Cameo,
The Blues Magoos,
Fugazi,
Q and Not U,
Y Pants,
Man Parrish,
David Bowie,
Freddie Wadling,
The Grass Roots,
DNA,
The Smiths,
June of 44,
Kerrie Biddell,
Nation of Ulysses,
Chrome,
Aloha Tigers,
Brick,
Neu!,
Ice-T,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Mo-Dettes,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.