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 Somalia and from Accra.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 organ 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 Eurythmics to the punk 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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones 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 '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 Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
The Fire Engines,
Soft Cell,
Radio Birdman,
The Doors,
Aloha Tigers,
Panda Bear,
Mark Hollis,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Associates,
Symarip,
Dark Day,
Eden Ahbez,
Ken Boothe,
Index,
The Cowsills,
The Happenings,
Crooked Eye,
The Divine Comedy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ultra Naté,
Franke,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Martian,
John Coltrane,
Barry Ungar,
Yazoo,
The Alarm Clocks,
Brass Construction,
Jeff Mills,
Warren Ellis,
Black Sheep,
cv313,
The Toasters,
The Real Kids,
Rakim,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sun Ra,
DJ Style,
Q65,
Godley & Creme,
Television Personalities,
The Motions,
Schoolly D,
Deakin,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Minor Threat,
The Evens,
Subhumans,
Sarah Menescal,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jerry Gold Smith,
This Heat,
Arcadia,
Janne Schatter,
Supertramp,
D'Angelo,
Jerry's Kids,
Rod Modell,
Faraquet,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.