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 Guyana and from Toronto.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Cairo.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Rosa Yemen to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
Ralphi Rosario,
Qualms,
Crispy Ambulance,
L. Decosne,
John Holt,
The Zeros,
Drexciya,
Livin' Joy,
Girls At Our Best!,
Parry Music,
The Fugs,
Alison Limerick,
U.S. Maple,
The Busters,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Seeds,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Nico,
Young Marble Giants,
Minny Pops,
Quando Quango,
Tears for Fears,
The Durutti Column,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Leaves,
Newcleus,
Malaria!,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lyres,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Young Rascals,
Fluxion,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Robert Görl,
Black Sheep,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Inner City,
Essential Logic,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bronski Beat,
The Mummies,
Youth Brigade,
10cc,
Agitation Free,
Oneida,
The Dirtbombs,
The Wake,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gerry Rafferty,
Tom Boy,
Second Layer,
Pagans,
Organ,
Roxette,
Ken Boothe,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.