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 Marshall Islands and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Holger Czukay 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 Japan to the grunge 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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
Fela Kuti,
Delta 5,
Eric Copeland,
Todd Terry,
David McCallum,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Goldenarms,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Barbara Tucker,
Minnie Riperton,
Motorama,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sun City Girls,
David Axelrod,
Supertramp,
Magma,
Black Pus,
Livin' Joy,
The Names,
Tom Boy,
Chris Corsano,
Average White Band,
The Gladiators,
Todd Rundgren,
Kerrie Biddell,
Byron Stingily,
Swans,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Count Five,
Mantronix,
The Beau Brummels,
Isaac Hayes,
The Last Poets,
Matthew Halsall,
Essential Logic,
The Stooges,
Don Cherry,
Mars,
Dorothy Ashby,
AZ,
8 Eyed Spy,
Clear Light,
John Lydon,
DJ Style,
MDC,
Absolute Body Control,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Fire Engines,
a-ha,
Guru Guru,
Andrew Hill,
The Searchers,
Ohio Players,
Scott Walker,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Electric Prunes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Hasil Adkins,
Liliput,
Unwound,
The Moody Blues,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.