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 China and from Glasgow.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Modern Lovers to the funk 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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
The Remains,
The Monks,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Angels of Light,
Warsaw,
The Slits,
KRS-One,
Tubeway Army,
Deepchord,
The Sonics,
Amon Düül II,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gastr Del Sol,
Scratch Acid,
Half Japanese,
Drexciya,
Black Bananas,
Freddie Wadling,
Wally Richardson,
the Association,
Chrome,
Judy Mowatt,
Glambeats Corp.,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Swell Maps,
Funky Four + One,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Brand Nubian,
Sparks,
The Blues Magoos,
Grey Daturas,
Section 25,
The Star Department,
Swans,
Franke,
The Kinks,
Grandmaster Flash,
Subhumans,
Don Cherry,
X-102,
Cybotron,
Beasts of Bourbon,
B.T. Express,
Bob Dylan,
Arthur Verocai,
The Alarm Clocks,
Agent Orange,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
48th St. Collective,
Pussy Galore,
Davy DMX,
Bush Tetras,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Residents,
Tim Buckley,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gang of Four,
Sonic Youth,
The Divine Comedy,
Arab on Radar,
Fluxion,
The Electric Prunes,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.