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 Iceland and from Mexico City.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 Black Moon to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
Jacques Brel,
Quadrant,
China Crisis,
Harry Pussy,
Peter and Kerry,
The Raincoats,
Fat Boys,
Tubeway Army,
Dual Sessions,
Bill Near,
Pantytec,
Brothers Johnson,
Wolf Eyes,
EPMD,
the Slits,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Durutti Column,
Barbara Tucker,
The Music Machine,
The Velvet Underground,
Rakim,
Skriet,
Fela Kuti,
David McCallum,
Parry Music,
One Last Wish,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Scrapy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Evens,
Ronnie Foster,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Dark Day,
Eden Ahbez,
a-ha,
Alton Ellis,
Josef K,
The Motions,
John Foxx,
Minny Pops,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Fire Engines,
Stetsasonic,
The Monochrome Set,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Moody Blues,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jerry's Kids,
Anthony Braxton,
Panda Bear,
Yaz,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Mo-Dettes,
The Pretty Things,
Con Funk Shun,
The Slits,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.