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 Swaziland and from Beijing.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the snare 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 Arthur Verocai to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
Swans,
D'Angelo,
Section 25,
U.S. Maple,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Clear Light,
Alton Ellis,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Nico,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Angels of Light,
Tom Boy,
Nik Kershaw,
A Certain Ratio,
Chris & Cosey,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pylon,
Kayak,
Gabor Szabo,
Flamin' Groovies,
Electric Prunes,
Rekid,
Con Funk Shun,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jacob Miller,
Mandrill,
Qualms,
Minor Threat,
Alison Limerick,
Fela Kuti,
MDC,
X-101,
Q65,
Sixth Finger,
Johnny Osbourne,
Roy Ayers,
The Sonics,
Au Pairs,
The Electric Prunes,
Yellowson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Unrelated Segments,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Music Machine,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Royal Trux,
Arthur Verocai,
The Litter,
Eli Mardock,
PIL,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Tomorrow,
The Move,
Lebanon Hanover,
Man Parrish,
Rites of Spring,
David Axelrod,
Bizarre Inc.,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gang Green,
Rotary Connection,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.