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 Panama and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Minutemen to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers 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 harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
Amazonics,
Josef K,
Gong,
Accadde A,
Erasure,
Electric Prunes,
The Trojans,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gil Scott Heron,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bush Tetras,
Metal Thangz,
Brick,
The Flesh Eaters,
Livin' Joy,
Moss Icon,
Matthew Bourne,
U.S. Maple,
the Bar-Kays,
The Moody Blues,
Mark Hollis,
DNA,
The Saints,
The Evens,
Clear Light,
Grandmaster Flash,
MDC,
The Detroit Cobras,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Big Daddy Kane,
Derrick May,
Chris Corsano,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jimmy McGriff,
Arcadia,
Radiohead,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lou Christie,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Theoretical Girls,
Loose Ends,
Sixth Finger,
The Buckinghams,
Severed Heads,
The Music Machine,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Red Krayola,
Alphaville,
Ponytail,
Essential Logic,
the Association,
The Slits,
PIL,
Ken Boothe,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The New Christs,
the Human League,
Graham Central Station,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.