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 Antigua and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Warren Ellis to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
Youth Brigade,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Electric Prunes,
Lyres,
T.S.O.L.,
The Evens,
The New Christs,
Trumans Water,
The Remains,
The Gories,
Nick Fraelich,
Eve St. Jones,
June of 44,
Erykah Badu,
Chris & Cosey,
Delta 5,
The Walker Brothers,
R.M.O.,
Joy Division,
Black Moon,
Funky Four + One,
Mars,
Can,
Fluxion,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Neil Young,
Popol Vuh,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Doors,
Ultra Naté,
10cc,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lalann,
The Gun Club,
Lightning Bolt,
Peter and Kerry,
Godley & Creme,
Kas Product,
H. Thieme,
In Retrospect,
Althea and Donna,
Ossler,
Warren Ellis,
Tommy Roe,
Joey Negro,
Mantronix,
U.S. Maple,
Blossom Toes,
a-ha,
Porter Ricks,
Marvin Gaye,
Clear Light,
The Seeds,
Glambeats Corp.,
EPMD,
Robert Görl,
Isaac Hayes,
Rekid,
The Fortunes,
Suicide,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.