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 Singapore and from Stockholm.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Michael McDonald 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 Babytalk to the rap 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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
the Association,
Sarah Menescal,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Velvet Underground,
The Buckinghams,
Bad Manners,
Archie Shepp,
Minnie Riperton,
the Germs,
Susan Cadogan,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Marvin Gaye,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ronnie Foster,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Dennis Brown,
Marmalade,
KRS-One,
The Divine Comedy,
Zero Boys,
U.S. Maple,
X-101,
Main Source,
This Heat,
Tears for Fears,
Sonny Sharrock,
Mission of Burma,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Cymande,
Lucky Dragons,
Country Teasers,
Kurtis Blow,
Ten City,
Colin Newman,
Porter Ricks,
Amon Düül II,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Depeche Mode,
Kerrie Biddell,
These Immortal Souls,
Echospace,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Cal Tjader,
Moby Grape,
New Order,
Man Parrish,
Delta 5,
The Monochrome Set,
The Offenders,
Essential Logic,
The Index,
Fort Wilson Riot,
the Swans,
Bill Wells,
The Music Machine,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.