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 Morocco and from Mexico City.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Copenhagen.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Glambeats Corp. to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Martian,
Scrapy,
The Electric Prunes,
Bob Dylan,
Thompson Twins,
The Names,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Al Stewart,
Kaleidoscope,
Eric Copeland,
Ludus,
Ice-T,
Radiopuhelimet,
U.S. Maple,
The Dirtbombs,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Tremeloes,
Marshall Jefferson,
Max Romeo,
The Divine Comedy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
a-ha,
Skaos,
Franke,
Public Enemy,
David McCallum,
Blancmange,
Sparks,
Audionom,
The Residents,
Ultra Naté,
Pole,
Byron Stingily,
Pere Ubu,
The Misunderstood,
The Sound,
Johnny Clarke,
The Techniques,
The Dave Clark Five,
Camouflage,
Roxy Music,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bluetip,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kerri Chandler,
UT,
Blake Baxter,
Pylon,
Theoretical Girls,
Minny Pops,
Yazoo,
Wasted Youth,
Loose Ends,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Fugs,
Nico,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.