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 Portugal and from Calgary.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Section 25 to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Joy Division,
The Monks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
X-101,
48th St. Collective,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Associates,
E-Dancer,
Amon Düül II,
Pussy Galore,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Alton Ellis,
Ludus,
Man Eating Sloth,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
David Axelrod,
Scrapy,
Technova,
Roxette,
KRS-One,
FM Einheit,
The Gun Club,
8 Eyed Spy,
Glambeats Corp.,
Roxy Music,
Severed Heads,
Monolake,
Derrick Morgan,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gang Green,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Soft Machine,
Stockholm Monsters,
Iggy Pop,
Con Funk Shun,
Chris Corsano,
Toni Rubio,
Black Bananas,
Kurtis Blow,
Josef K,
Oblivians,
Pantytec,
Malaria!,
Radiopuhelimet,
Interpol,
Television Personalities,
Flipper,
Procol Harum,
LL Cool J,
The Gap Band,
Lou Reed,
Smog,
Kayak,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Skriet,
Shoche,
Grandmaster Flash,
Brand Nubian,
Absolute Body Control,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.