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 Ethiopia and from Philadelphia.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 arpeggiator 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the crunk 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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
Tim Buckley,
The Blackbyrds,
Kerri Chandler,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pagans,
The Gories,
The Slackers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Altered Images,
Essential Logic,
The Busters,
8 Eyed Spy,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Music Machine,
Pulsallama,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Alarm Clocks,
Anakelly,
Main Source,
Zapp,
JFA,
Radio Birdman,
Spandau Ballet,
Robert Wyatt,
David McCallum,
Boz Scaggs,
Wire,
Smog,
The Shadows of Knight,
Los Fastidios,
Funky Four + One,
the Fania All-Stars,
Surgeon,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Skatalites,
The Leaves,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gil Scott Heron,
Negative Approach,
Flash Fearless,
Livin' Joy,
Amazonics,
Glambeats Corp.,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Spoonie Gee,
Easy Going,
Supertramp,
T. Rex,
Peter and Kerry,
Excepter,
ABBA,
Junior Murvin,
Slick Rick,
Terry Callier,
The Durutti Column,
Aaron Thompson,
Bobby Byrd,
The Zeros,
Robert Hood,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.