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 Tehran.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 linndrum 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 Average White Band to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Kinks. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
Marshall Jefferson,
Juan Atkins,
Barry Ungar,
Suicide,
Henry Cow,
Ossler,
Simply Red,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Shoche,
DJ Sneak,
Ten City,
The Angels of Light,
La Düsseldorf,
Essential Logic,
Gang Starr,
Mission of Burma,
Silicon Teens,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Massinfluence,
Cal Tjader,
Amon Düül,
Pylon,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
OOIOO,
Niagra,
Todd Rundgren,
the Fania All-Stars,
Aaron Thompson,
Harmonia,
The Black Dice,
Johnny Osbourne,
Warsaw,
Sister Nancy,
Motorama,
Mandrill,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jandek,
Young Marble Giants,
World's Most,
Soft Machine,
Skriet,
Johnny Clarke,
The Five Americans,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Anakelly,
Can,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Josef K,
Severed Heads,
Little Man,
Mars,
Organ,
X-102,
Black Flag,
Ornette Coleman,
Archie Shepp,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.