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 Yemen and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Maurizio to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
Slick Rick,
Los Fastidios,
Darondo,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Aural Exciters,
Erykah Badu,
Q65,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kevin Saunderson,
Barry Ungar,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Mo-Dettes,
Metal Thangz,
Kenny Larkin,
CMW,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Laurel Aitken,
David Axelrod,
Y Pants,
Scientists,
A Certain Ratio,
Al Stewart,
The Velvet Underground,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
DJ Style,
Oblivians,
Excepter,
Brass Construction,
Bobby Womack,
Cal Tjader,
Hoover,
Hasil Adkins,
The Fortunes,
Smog,
Outsiders,
Supertramp,
The Barracudas,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Yellowson,
Godley & Creme,
Morten Harket,
EPMD,
Aaron Thompson,
Pierre Henry,
Organ,
Faust,
Peter & Gordon,
Scott Walker,
Bad Manners,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Mission of Burma,
Zapp,
Gil Scott Heron,
Dawn Penn,
Susan Cadogan,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Wake,
Intrusion,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.