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 Angola and from Edmonton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
The Fuzztones,
Sam Rivers,
Goldenarms,
CMW,
Johnny Osbourne,
Minnie Riperton,
Fugazi,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Grauzone,
James White and The Blacks,
The Dead C,
Chris Corsano,
Loose Ends,
The Associates,
Barry Ungar,
LL Cool J,
Blossom Toes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kenny Larkin,
Wolf Eyes,
Gang Gang Dance,
Excepter,
Sugar Minott,
Mary Jane Girls,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pussy Galore,
Outsiders,
The Mojo Men,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jeff Lynne,
Can,
Grey Daturas,
Susan Cadogan,
Pantaleimon,
Television,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Dawn Penn,
Alison Limerick,
Y Pants,
Slick Rick,
Crime,
The Golliwogs,
The Gladiators,
Sight & Sound,
Eurythmics,
The Saints,
Aswad,
Max Romeo,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Index,
The Move,
Yaz,
Parry Music,
Nik Kershaw,
Jeru the Damaja,
Carl Craig,
The Fortunes,
Symarip,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.