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 Congo and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 mellotron 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 the Bar-Kays to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Five Americans,
The American Breed,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Skarface,
Johnny Osbourne,
Essential Logic,
Terry Callier,
FM Einheit,
These Immortal Souls,
The Barracudas,
Kenny Larkin,
Ponytail,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Dead Boys,
Ice-T,
Albert Ayler,
The Human League,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lakeside,
Anthony Braxton,
Television,
Roy Ayers,
Shuggie Otis,
Banda Bassotti,
CMW,
The Birthday Party,
Kurtis Blow,
Gang Gang Dance,
the Normal,
Faust,
China Crisis,
Sandy B,
The Wake,
Hot Snakes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Bar-Kays,
Basic Channel,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
June of 44,
Tubeway Army,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Parry Music,
Eric Copeland,
Hasil Adkins,
Black Flag,
Leonard Cohen,
Wolf Eyes,
Electric Prunes,
Trumans Water,
Nation of Ulysses,
Underground Resistance,
Toni Rubio,
Reuben Wilson,
The Toasters,
Boogie Down Productions,
Hashim,
Lou Reed,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.