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 Iran and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Agitation Free to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald 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 grime 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 a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Parry Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
10cc,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Mummies,
The Sonics,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Warsaw,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Nas,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bauhaus,
Arab on Radar,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
cv313,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Gun Club,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Cameo,
Sarah Menescal,
The Monks,
The Tremeloes,
Avey Tare,
Desert Stars,
Bill Near,
Robert Hood,
kango's stein massive,
Gong,
Aaron Thompson,
Stockholm Monsters,
Chris & Cosey,
Ponytail,
Livin' Joy,
The American Breed,
Little Man,
Colin Newman,
Faraquet,
X-101,
Yaz,
MDC,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
CMW,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Black Moon,
Piero Umiliani,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Offenders,
The Real Kids,
Tres Demented,
K-Klass,
Cecil Taylor,
the Germs,
Royal Trux,
Mission of Burma,
Organ,
JFA,
Iggy Pop,
Lower 48,
Depeche Mode,
Eden Ahbez,
Ituana,
UT,
Davy DMX,
Sällskapet,
La Düsseldorf,
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.