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 Pakistan and from Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manchester.
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 organ 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 Marc Almond to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Names. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Swans,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bob Dylan,
Barclay James Harvest,
Judy Mowatt,
Nation of Ulysses,
Matthew Bourne,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Raincoats,
MDC,
Reuben Wilson,
Alton Ellis,
The Trojans,
Altered Images,
Barbara Tucker,
Organ,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Joy Division,
The Fortunes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Saccharine Trust,
Eddi Front,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Moody Blues,
Tears for Fears,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Deepchord,
Anakelly,
Television,
the Swans,
Isaac Hayes,
Urselle,
Yusef Lateef,
Drive Like Jehu,
Boz Scaggs,
Eden Ahbez,
The Selecter,
Lyres,
Section 25,
Faraquet,
Average White Band,
Banda Bassotti,
Brick,
Throbbing Gristle,
Groovy Waters,
DJ Sneak,
The Gories,
The Fall,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Marine Girls,
Aaron Thompson,
Liliput,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
cv313,
The Velvet Underground,
Shuggie Otis,
Sexual Harrassment,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Dual Sessions,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.