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 Peru and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the oboe 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 Carl Craig to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
Sexual Harrassment,
Crime,
Intrusion,
The Smoke,
The Buckinghams,
Television,
Mary Jane Girls,
Masters at Work,
The Last Poets,
The Moleskins,
Harry Pussy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Delon & Dalcan,
Black Pus,
La Düsseldorf,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Fugs,
Cheater Slicks,
Aaron Thompson,
Althea and Donna,
Oneida,
The Sisters of Mercy,
June Days,
Barclay James Harvest,
Little Man,
Rites of Spring,
Bootsy Collins,
Soul Sonic Force,
Mantronix,
the Germs,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Cybotron,
The Blues Magoos,
Byron Stingily,
Scrapy,
Ituana,
Von Mondo,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Negative Approach,
Eli Mardock,
The Gap Band,
Y Pants,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
8 Eyed Spy,
Judy Mowatt,
Arab on Radar,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Faraquet,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sällskapet,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Offenders,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Drexciya,
Urselle,
Suicide,
Tim Buckley,
The Knickerbockers,
Whodini,
The Durutti Column,
Lalann,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.