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 Korea North 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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Toni Rubio to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren 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 grunge 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 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
AZ,
Godley & Creme,
Barbara Tucker,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Nico,
The Alarm Clocks,
Barclay James Harvest,
Tubeway Army,
Dennis Brown,
Section 25,
Mars,
The Velvet Underground,
Arcadia,
Laurel Aitken,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kas Product,
Index,
Avey Tare,
Mantronix,
Camberwell Now,
Gong,
the Association,
Moss Icon,
Grey Daturas,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Drive Like Jehu,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Skatalites,
Visage,
John Holt,
The Doors,
Das Ding,
The Cure,
Mr. Review,
The Saints,
Altered Images,
Kerrie Biddell,
the Human League,
Wings,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Count Five,
Saccharine Trust,
Lebanon Hanover,
Niagra,
The Associates,
Darondo,
Jacques Brel,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Electric Prunes,
Tom Boy,
Grauzone,
Ronan,
KRS-One,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Matthew Halsall,
Kayak,
Nick Fraelich,
Con Funk Shun,
Todd Rundgren,
B.T. Express,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.