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 Liberia and from Milan.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Kayak to the crunk 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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
Donald Byrd,
Desert Stars,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Wings,
Soulsonic Force,
The Motions,
Cabaret Voltaire,
La Düsseldorf,
Neu!,
Swell Maps,
Prince Buster,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rakim,
The Dave Clark Five,
Laurel Aitken,
Mandrill,
Idris Muhammad,
Depeche Mode,
Curtis Mayfield,
Magma,
The Black Dice,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Tremeloes,
Rhythm & Sound,
John Lydon,
Warsaw,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sex Pistols,
The Busters,
The Pretty Things,
Monolake,
Vladislav Delay,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Monks,
Max Romeo,
Radio Birdman,
Lou Christie,
Minny Pops,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Wake,
Deadbeat,
Fluxion,
Infiniti,
Interpol,
Eric Dolphy,
The Blackbyrds,
Ponytail,
Newcleus,
Toni Rubio,
Amon Düül,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Janne Schatter,
Excepter,
Spandau Ballet,
PIL,
Massinfluence,
Talk Talk,
Radiohead,
Motorama,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Smiths,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.