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 Italy and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Halifax.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the mellotron 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 John Cale to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
The Busters,
Second Layer,
Quando Quango,
Bob Dylan,
Jandek,
The Motions,
Avey Tare,
Arab on Radar,
Tom Boy,
Brick,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Evens,
Young Marble Giants,
Rakim,
The Litter,
Bill Near,
Lucky Dragons,
Talk Talk,
Moebius,
Monks,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rotary Connection,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Joy Division,
The American Breed,
Bluetip,
Jawbox,
Au Pairs,
Kaleidoscope,
Supertramp,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Velvet Underground,
Chrome,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Charles Mingus,
Pantytec,
Archie Shepp,
Fugazi,
Urselle,
Fat Boys,
Steve Hackett,
48th St. Collective,
Lebanon Hanover,
Outsiders,
Popol Vuh,
FM Einheit,
Barry Ungar,
Sällskapet,
The Offenders,
Public Enemy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Red Krayola,
The Human League,
Lou Christie,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Oneida,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.