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 Pakistan and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 Victims to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Searchers. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
Talk Talk,
Sun Ra,
Joe Finger,
Negative Approach,
Adolescents,
Trumans Water,
Warren Ellis,
Stereo Dub,
Boredoms,
The Martian,
Brand Nubian,
David Bowie,
The Busters,
The Evens,
The Happenings,
Jawbox,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Isaac Hayes,
Kayak,
OOIOO,
Zapp,
John Coltrane,
Electric Prunes,
Rites of Spring,
Marshall Jefferson,
Freddie Wadling,
Pierre Henry,
Scratch Acid,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Black Sheep,
Bobby Hutcherson,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jeff Mills,
Make Up,
Faust,
Ten City,
Erasure,
Rotary Connection,
B.T. Express,
Amon Düül,
Sugar Minott,
Altered Images,
New Age Steppers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Leonard Cohen,
Eve St. Jones,
The Real Kids,
Shuggie Otis,
Tim Buckley,
Popol Vuh,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Banda Bassotti,
The Birthday Party,
Ponytail,
Vainqueur,
Aswad,
David Axelrod,
Minnie Riperton,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.