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 St Lucia and from Salvador.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Divine Comedy to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
Dark Day,
Arab on Radar,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Marvin Gaye,
Model 500,
The Monks,
Dual Sessions,
Delon & Dalcan,
Silicon Teens,
The Litter,
James White and The Blacks,
The Tremeloes,
Little Man,
The Fugs,
Maleditus Sound,
Talk Talk,
Bauhaus,
Derrick Morgan,
Chrome,
Nico,
Kas Product,
Supertramp,
10cc,
Amon Düül,
The Grass Roots,
Althea and Donna,
Tubeway Army,
B.T. Express,
The Wake,
Q and Not U,
The Red Krayola,
Big Daddy Kane,
8 Eyed Spy,
Wolf Eyes,
Bush Tetras,
Flipper,
The Motions,
Delta 5,
Panda Bear,
Sam Rivers,
The Golliwogs,
Duran Duran,
Albert Ayler,
Agent Orange,
Robert Wyatt,
Carl Craig,
Mantronix,
The Knickerbockers,
Wire,
Zero Boys,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Cosmic Jokers,
MDC,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Matthew Halsall,
The Index,
Glambeats Corp.,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.