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 Philippines and from Calgary.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Michael McDonald 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the crunk 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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
Das Ding,
Neil Young,
kango's stein massive,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ice-T,
The Golliwogs,
Zapp,
Marine Girls,
Barclay James Harvest,
Royal Trux,
Shuggie Otis,
Chris & Cosey,
These Immortal Souls,
Alice Coltrane,
Section 25,
Au Pairs,
Graham Central Station,
Sister Nancy,
The J.B.'s,
Theoretical Girls,
Y Pants,
Matthew Halsall,
L. Decosne,
Alison Limerick,
Dead Boys,
Intrusion,
Big Daddy Kane,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Wolf Eyes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Martian,
Man Eating Sloth,
China Crisis,
UT,
Ken Boothe,
Archie Shepp,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Toni Rubio,
Joe Finger,
Barrington Levy,
Patti Smith,
Average White Band,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pere Ubu,
Quando Quango,
Kevin Saunderson,
Joensuu 1685,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rites of Spring,
The Beau Brummels,
D'Angelo,
Sex Pistols,
The Cowsills,
Fatback Band,
Terry Callier,
Ultra Naté,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bluetip,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.