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 Tonga and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 linndrum 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 Unwound to the rap 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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Desert Stars,
Ituana,
The Dave Clark Five,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Harpers Bizarre,
T. Rex,
D'Angelo,
Cecil Taylor,
The Sound,
Agitation Free,
Chris Corsano,
Harmonia,
Flash Fearless,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Fuzztones,
The Evens,
Oneida,
Marmalade,
Matthew Halsall,
The Music Machine,
Gerry Rafferty,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
World's Most,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bluetip,
Wolf Eyes,
Organ,
Pet Shop Boys,
Masters at Work,
Soul II Soul,
Donny Hathaway,
The Count Five,
Basic Channel,
Scott Walker,
Cal Tjader,
Quadrant,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Velvet Underground,
the Swans,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Index,
Faraquet,
The Litter,
The Toasters,
Todd Terry,
U.S. Maple,
Make Up,
Sandy B,
Gastr Del Sol,
Judy Mowatt,
Eric Dolphy,
Nik Kershaw,
Severed Heads,
Crash Course in Science,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.