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 South Africa and from London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 organ 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 Sarah Menescal to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
Todd Terry,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Remains,
Black Moon,
Joyce Sims,
The Raincoats,
Unrelated Segments,
Glambeats Corp.,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rites of Spring,
Deakin,
Scientists,
Crash Course in Science,
Faust,
The Move,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sarah Menescal,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Shoche,
Warsaw,
Moby Grape,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Monks,
Hasil Adkins,
The Divine Comedy,
The Sonics,
Crispian St. Peters,
Moebius,
The Moody Blues,
Piero Umiliani,
Babytalk,
Kurtis Blow,
Main Source,
B.T. Express,
The Durutti Column,
The Index,
Bauhaus,
Slave,
Slick Rick,
Dual Sessions,
One Last Wish,
The Buckinghams,
The Victims,
Neu!,
the Human League,
Dorothy Ashby,
Peter and Kerry,
Trumans Water,
Television,
John Coltrane,
Anakelly,
MC5,
Yusef Lateef,
The Leaves,
These Immortal Souls,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.