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 Korea North and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 arpeggiator 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 the Sonics to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
Danielle Patucci,
Pharoah Sanders,
Janne Schatter,
Sugar Minott,
cv313,
Al Stewart,
Brass Construction,
Tres Demented,
Public Enemy,
Yaz,
The Seeds,
Shoche,
Supertramp,
Brothers Johnson,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Yazoo,
Theoretical Girls,
The Buckinghams,
Piero Umiliani,
Second Layer,
Outsiders,
Half Japanese,
Idris Muhammad,
Suburban Knight,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Amazonics,
Zero Boys,
Sparks,
Hardrive,
Robert Hood,
The Durutti Column,
Graham Central Station,
Ronnie Foster,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Joy Division,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
X-101,
Pantaleimon,
Cymande,
Interpol,
Royal Trux,
Youth Brigade,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Scan 7,
Davy DMX,
Jesper Dahlback,
Neu!,
David Bowie,
Frankie Knuckles,
T. Rex,
Tears for Fears,
Tropical Tobacco,
Magazine,
The Skatalites,
Matthew Bourne,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Con Funk Shun,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.