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 Belize and from New York.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mumbai.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Association to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet 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 harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
Roxy Music,
The Mojo Men,
Cluster,
K-Klass,
Wasted Youth,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sight & Sound,
Japan,
Terry Callier,
Rites of Spring,
Deadbeat,
Spoonie Gee,
Black Pus,
Das Ding,
CMW,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Electric Prunes,
John Cale,
Bootsy Collins,
DJ Sneak,
Electric Prunes,
Michelle Simonal,
The Litter,
E-Dancer,
Crash Course in Science,
Soul II Soul,
Depeche Mode,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ludus,
Loose Ends,
Glenn Branca,
Pet Shop Boys,
Heaven 17,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Yazoo,
The American Breed,
Black Flag,
Byron Stingily,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Nas,
Derrick Morgan,
Morten Harket,
The Motions,
Junior Murvin,
Sarah Menescal,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lyres,
Surgeon,
Max Romeo,
New Order,
John Foxx,
Joyce Sims,
A Certain Ratio,
Monks,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Leonard Cohen,
T. Rex,
James Chance & The Contortions,
ABBA,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Slits,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.