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 Macedonia and from Mexico City.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
Radio Birdman,
Nas,
LL Cool J,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Pretty Things,
Porter Ricks,
Moebius,
Scott Walker,
Robert Wyatt,
Kool Moe Dee,
Todd Rundgren,
Suburban Knight,
Alice Coltrane,
Bauhaus,
Groovy Waters,
Scrapy,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sight & Sound,
Neu!,
Unwound,
June Days,
Liliput,
Terry Callier,
The Dead C,
Donny Hathaway,
Simply Red,
Slave,
Oblivians,
Sparks,
The Saints,
Eddi Front,
The Gladiators,
Matthew Halsall,
Robert Hood,
Television Personalities,
Au Pairs,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Harmonia,
Little Man,
Severed Heads,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Iggy Pop,
Ronan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Half Japanese,
Nico,
The Seeds,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Stooges,
Gang Gang Dance,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Star Department,
Icehouse,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bill Wells,
Trumans Water,
Black Bananas,
The Trojans,
Blossom Toes,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.