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 Nigeria and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Soft Machine to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
The Star Department,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Electric Prunes,
John Cale,
Bill Wells,
DJ Sneak,
Roxette,
The Saints,
The Residents,
Mad Mike,
Oblivians,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Mandrill,
Stockholm Monsters,
Mantronix,
Rhythm & Sound,
Fad Gadget,
Hasil Adkins,
Hot Snakes,
New Order,
Pierre Henry,
ABBA,
Lower 48,
The Stooges,
Ice-T,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Brand Nubian,
Essential Logic,
Monks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Monolake,
The Slackers,
Tubeway Army,
Harmonia,
The Busters,
The Knickerbockers,
Arthur Verocai,
Althea and Donna,
Jacques Brel,
Alphaville,
MDC,
Jawbox,
Darondo,
Index,
the Slits,
Chris Corsano,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kas Product,
Moebius,
Ronan,
Bizarre Inc.,
Excepter,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Quadrant,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.