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 China and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 organ 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 Rosa Yemen to the punk 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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
Talk Talk,
Fluxion,
Altered Images,
Chris Corsano,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The J.B.'s,
Funky Four + One,
Camouflage,
Chrome,
The Raincoats,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Blossom Toes,
The Gladiators,
Eden Ahbez,
Robert Wyatt,
a-ha,
Alison Limerick,
A Certain Ratio,
Peter and Kerry,
Neu!,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
48th St. Collective,
Mark Hollis,
Animal Collective,
Alice Coltrane,
Bauhaus,
Reagan Youth,
Tim Buckley,
The Grass Roots,
Mantronix,
Maleditus Sound,
Josef K,
Lou Reed,
Bill Near,
MC5,
LL Cool J,
Gang of Four,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Thompson Twins,
Brick,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bang On A Can,
Alphaville,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Liliput,
Blancmange,
U.S. Maple,
Todd Rundgren,
Terrestrial Tones,
Funkadelic,
The Index,
Rod Modell,
Robert Görl,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Babytalk,
Malaria!,
Amazonics,
Danielle Patucci,
The Flesh Eaters,
Cecil Taylor,
Monolake,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.