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 Greece and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
Roger Hodgson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Leonard Cohen,
The Techniques,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
kango's stein massive,
Smog,
Magma,
Minor Threat,
Peter & Gordon,
Scott Walker,
Lou Reed,
David Bowie,
The Buckinghams,
OOIOO,
Robert Wyatt,
Japan,
Electric Prunes,
The Sound,
Robert Görl,
Don Cherry,
Deepchord,
Nils Olav,
Donald Byrd,
Desert Stars,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gil Scott Heron,
E-Dancer,
Dead Boys,
Maleditus Sound,
Johnny Clarke,
Wolf Eyes,
Alison Limerick,
Ossler,
Lalo Schifrin,
Crispy Ambulance,
Quantec,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Human League,
Bobby Byrd,
Traffic Nightmare,
Nick Fraelich,
Scan 7,
Barbara Tucker,
Donny Hathaway,
Panda Bear,
Jandek,
Jacques Brel,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Fire Engines,
Tim Buckley,
World's Most,
Guru Guru,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Outsiders,
Steve Hackett,
Supertramp,
the Swans,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.