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 Nepal and from Calgary.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 arpeggiator 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 The Star Department to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart 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 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
Erasure,
Hot Snakes,
Gong,
Bronski Beat,
Arcadia,
Soft Machine,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Depeche Mode,
Graham Central Station,
The Names,
Kas Product,
Robert Wyatt,
Alphaville,
Brick,
Skarface,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Cure,
June of 44,
Letta Mbulu,
Inner City,
Robert Hood,
Grandmaster Flash,
Zapp,
Morten Harket,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Simply Red,
The Slits,
Scan 7,
Marcia Griffiths,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Warren Ellis,
Dual Sessions,
Michelle Simonal,
Masters at Work,
Stockholm Monsters,
Judy Mowatt,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Crash Course in Science,
Aaron Thompson,
Q and Not U,
Colin Newman,
The Seeds,
The Fall,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Excepter,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gabor Szabo,
Clear Light,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Pretty Things,
Ossler,
Symarip,
DNA,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jerry's Kids,
the Normal,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Mojo Men,
Anthony Braxton,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.