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 Sweden and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Men They Couldn't Hang to the dance 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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
Dennis Brown,
Eric Copeland,
The Real Kids,
L. Decosne,
Rapeman,
a-ha,
Underground Resistance,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sun City Girls,
R.M.O.,
Soulsonic Force,
Circle Jerks,
Tropical Tobacco,
Patti Smith,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Soul II Soul,
Motorama,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Moleskins,
The Smoke,
China Crisis,
Camouflage,
Hardrive,
X-101,
Gang Gang Dance,
Cybotron,
Erykah Badu,
Joe Finger,
Blake Baxter,
Skarface,
Sight & Sound,
Roger Hodgson,
Marc Almond,
Charles Mingus,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Dave Clark Five,
Mad Mike,
Scrapy,
Khruangbin,
New York Dolls,
Henry Cow,
Mary Jane Girls,
Warren Ellis,
Interpol,
Josef K,
JFA,
Tres Demented,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Urselle,
Thee Headcoats,
Connie Case,
Lower 48,
DJ Style,
Cecil Taylor,
Barry Ungar,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ossler,
Pagans,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.