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 Guyana and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Halifax.
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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Germs to the grunge 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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims 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 an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
Frankie Knuckles,
Barclay James Harvest,
Man Parrish,
Neu!,
Jesper Dahlback,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
L. Decosne,
Moebius,
The Fortunes,
Pantytec,
Blancmange,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Desert Stars,
Terry Callier,
Alice Coltrane,
Deadbeat,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pylon,
Chris & Cosey,
The Gories,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Cheater Slicks,
Robert Görl,
Leonard Cohen,
Sight & Sound,
Nils Olav,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Vladislav Delay,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gerry Rafferty,
Juan Atkins,
Radiohead,
Fear,
Matthew Halsall,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Martian,
Soul II Soul,
Albert Ayler,
Eric Copeland,
The Kinks,
Half Japanese,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Symarip,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Clear Light,
Roy Ayers,
Massinfluence,
Metal Thangz,
Talk Talk,
Eddi Front,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Royal Trux,
Scan 7,
OOIOO,
JFA,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Fugs,
Jeff Lynne,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.