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 Estonia and from Taipei.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 güiro 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 Davy DMX to the disco 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 The Gories. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
Black Pus,
Inner City,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Siglo XX,
Scott Walker,
Little Man,
Moebius,
Tubeway Army,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jacob Miller,
Yaz,
Amon Düül,
Jawbox,
Soft Machine,
Alphaville,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Animal Collective,
Sun City Girls,
Black Bananas,
Kaleidoscope,
The Fire Engines,
Soul II Soul,
Tres Demented,
Harmonia,
Duran Duran,
Sugar Minott,
Crispy Ambulance,
Roy Ayers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Reagan Youth,
Hasil Adkins,
Accadde A,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kurtis Blow,
The Mojo Men,
Mr. Review,
The Offenders,
Nas,
Oneida,
Subhumans,
Ponytail,
The Velvet Underground,
L. Decosne,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pere Ubu,
Scientists,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pantaleimon,
Bush Tetras,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Graham Central Station,
Shuggie Otis,
Sight & Sound,
Audionom,
Lalo Schifrin,
Chris Corsano,
Delta 5,
New York Dolls,
Hardrive,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Fela Kuti,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.