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 Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the jazz 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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
Yellowson,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ultravox,
Ohio Players,
The Litter,
Wolf Eyes,
The Barracudas,
The Electric Prunes,
Aswad,
Gerry Rafferty,
Quantec,
Ronan,
Pantaleimon,
Cecil Taylor,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Faraquet,
JFA,
ABC,
Quadrant,
A Certain Ratio,
Schoolly D,
Eli Mardock,
New Order,
The Divine Comedy,
Panda Bear,
Fatback Band,
Pharoah Sanders,
Yusef Lateef,
Harmonia,
Pierre Henry,
Public Enemy,
Mark Hollis,
Marvin Gaye,
The Gories,
The Doobie Brothers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Erykah Badu,
Camouflage,
The Modern Lovers,
Cymande,
Soft Cell,
Excepter,
Second Layer,
Von Mondo,
Television,
Joe Smooth,
Theoretical Girls,
Oneida,
David Bowie,
Underground Resistance,
Derrick Morgan,
Eve St. Jones,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Knickerbockers,
The Black Dice,
The Human League,
Rufus Thomas,
Franke,
Rosa Yemen,
K-Klass,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.