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 Moldova and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Houston.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the theremin 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 The Misunderstood to the jazz 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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Excepter,
The Motions,
Minny Pops,
Hashim,
Slick Rick,
Neu!,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Niagra,
Matthew Halsall,
JFA,
cv313,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Association,
Sixth Finger,
David McCallum,
The Mojo Men,
ABC,
Big Daddy Kane,
the Bar-Kays,
Mary Jane Girls,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Danielle Patucci,
UT,
The J.B.'s,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Davy DMX,
Spoonie Gee,
Index,
Circle Jerks,
Hoover,
Sam Rivers,
Desert Stars,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ice-T,
Tubeway Army,
Siglo XX,
The Real Kids,
Lightning Bolt,
Dark Day,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sun City Girls,
Fad Gadget,
Suburban Knight,
The Invisible,
F. McDonald,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Crispian St. Peters,
Unrelated Segments,
Eden Ahbez,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ohio Players,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Amon Düül II,
The Gap Band,
The Kinks,
Crash Course in Science,
Radiopuhelimet,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.