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 Luxembourg and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sparks to the grime 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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Absolute Body Control,
Kool Moe Dee,
Adolescents,
Bob Dylan,
Harmonia,
ABC,
Jawbox,
Shuggie Otis,
Max Romeo,
Livin' Joy,
The Offenders,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Girls At Our Best!,
Peter & Gordon,
Brick,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Mandrill,
T.S.O.L.,
Crime,
The Martian,
Todd Terry,
Rotary Connection,
The Music Machine,
Royal Trux,
Bluetip,
The Buckinghams,
Sight & Sound,
Howard Jones,
Schoolly D,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ultravox,
The Sonics,
The Blues Magoos,
Black Bananas,
Youth Brigade,
Cal Tjader,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Tremeloes,
The Monochrome Set,
Minutemen,
Tim Buckley,
Depeche Mode,
K-Klass,
Mantronix,
The Smiths,
Toni Rubio,
Tommy Roe,
Babytalk,
Intrusion,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ken Boothe,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gang Starr,
Marcia Griffiths,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Eddi Front,
Johnny Clarke,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.