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 Guyana and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sex Pistols to the jazz 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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks 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 spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Barry Ungar,
The Mummies,
the Germs,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Swell Maps,
Howard Jones,
Spandau Ballet,
World's Most,
Glambeats Corp.,
Eurythmics,
Carl Craig,
The Blues Magoos,
Metal Thangz,
Dead Boys,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
R.M.O.,
Arab on Radar,
Minnie Riperton,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Fela Kuti,
Desert Stars,
Wire,
Matthew Bourne,
These Immortal Souls,
Cal Tjader,
Funky Four + One,
Lou Reed,
Hot Snakes,
Godley & Creme,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Technova,
Cymande,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Velvet Underground,
OOIOO,
Faust,
Supertramp,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lakeside,
Rakim,
Sixth Finger,
Mad Mike,
Blancmange,
Lalo Schifrin,
Donald Byrd,
La Düsseldorf,
Bob Dylan,
Amazonics,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kaleidoscope,
Echospace,
Joe Finger,
The Young Rascals,
Slick Rick,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Yaz,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.