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 Moldova and from Accra.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
Robert Görl,
Pagans,
LL Cool J,
The Neon Judgement,
X-102,
The Wake,
James Chance & The Contortions,
PIL,
The Music Machine,
Fad Gadget,
Index,
Harpers Bizarre,
Unrelated Segments,
Ten City,
Magazine,
Quando Quango,
Skarface,
Agitation Free,
Supertramp,
Young Marble Giants,
The Moleskins,
the Human League,
Suburban Knight,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gong,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rod Modell,
Barry Ungar,
Lindisfarne,
Kerri Chandler,
Kool Moe Dee,
Alphaville,
Audionom,
Thee Headcoats,
Lou Christie,
Minny Pops,
Amon Düül,
Franke,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Dual Sessions,
Mo-Dettes,
Fugazi,
The Move,
The Victims,
Mantronix,
Tubeway Army,
The Modern Lovers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Offenders,
Eve St. Jones,
Gang of Four,
Oneida,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Black Dice,
The Star Department,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.