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 Ukraine and from Taipei.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Rotary Connection to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
Graham Central Station,
Jacob Miller,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gang Green,
The J.B.'s,
Sound Behaviour,
Public Image Ltd.,
Davy DMX,
Skaos,
Byron Stingily,
OOIOO,
Qualms,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Eddi Front,
Metal Thangz,
Black Flag,
Minor Threat,
Man Parrish,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Stooges,
The Doors,
Cecil Taylor,
Country Teasers,
Minutemen,
Pharoah Sanders,
Eli Mardock,
Jesper Dahlback,
Mad Mike,
David Bowie,
Gabor Szabo,
Rites of Spring,
Gastr Del Sol,
Fear,
These Immortal Souls,
The Dead C,
The Litter,
Procol Harum,
Scientists,
kango's stein massive,
Dennis Brown,
Barbara Tucker,
The Selecter,
Aloha Tigers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Grauzone,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
X-Ray Spex,
Laurel Aitken,
June of 44,
Supertramp,
Rod Modell,
Tim Buckley,
Toni Rubio,
La Düsseldorf,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lindisfarne,
Leonard Cohen,
Pulsallama,
Lou Christie,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.