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 Lithuania and from Manila.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 The Divine Comedy to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Fire Engines,
David Axelrod,
Desert Stars,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Fad Gadget,
Jesper Dahlback,
Piero Umiliani,
The Golliwogs,
Ten City,
Anthony Braxton,
Rapeman,
Isaac Hayes,
Graham Central Station,
Terrestrial Tones,
Y Pants,
Joyce Sims,
Pylon,
Byron Stingily,
Schoolly D,
Jacob Miller,
Heaven 17,
The Gun Club,
Q and Not U,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Motorama,
Bang On A Can,
The Blackbyrds,
Bobby Sherman,
Slick Rick,
Yazoo,
Agitation Free,
The Red Krayola,
The Modern Lovers,
Dave Gahan,
Nils Olav,
The Music Machine,
The Durutti Column,
Brothers Johnson,
Glenn Branca,
The Saints,
Symarip,
Organ,
Cal Tjader,
Ken Boothe,
Ituana,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Roxette,
Bobby Womack,
Model 500,
ABBA,
Khruangbin,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Audionom,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Groovy Waters,
Sun City Girls,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lungfish,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Goldenarms,
The Evens,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.