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 Cuba 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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Robert Palmer 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 The Tremeloes to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Marine Girls,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Black Bananas,
Buzzcocks,
The Raincoats,
Duran Duran,
The Offenders,
The Red Krayola,
LL Cool J,
Gabor Szabo,
The Busters,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Mummies,
EPMD,
Mo-Dettes,
Minor Threat,
Juan Atkins,
June Days,
Leonard Cohen,
Half Japanese,
Television,
Excepter,
Blake Baxter,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Fugs,
Panda Bear,
Faust,
Josef K,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sex Pistols,
Grandmaster Flash,
Parry Music,
Peter & Gordon,
Gichy Dan,
Ponytail,
Warsaw,
Nik Kershaw,
the Bar-Kays,
Avey Tare,
Chrome,
Roy Ayers,
Amazonics,
Easy Going,
Rotary Connection,
Bootsy Collins,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Fania All-Stars,
Unwound,
Minnie Riperton,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Cybotron,
Albert Ayler,
Kayak,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
John Coltrane,
AZ,
T. Rex,
Cecil Taylor,
Heaven 17,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.