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 Germany and from Lagos.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 theremin 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 Khruangbin to the grunge 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 The Selecter. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer 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?
The Sisters of Mercy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Tubeway Army,
Flash Fearless,
Gang Gang Dance,
DJ Sneak,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Victims,
Joensuu 1685,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Alison Limerick,
Icehouse,
Danielle Patucci,
Kenny Larkin,
Circle Jerks,
Davy DMX,
The Angels of Light,
Ohio Players,
Dark Day,
Erasure,
Vladislav Delay,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Janne Schatter,
Swell Maps,
Magma,
Hasil Adkins,
Monolake,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Inner City,
Stockholm Monsters,
Fugazi,
Sarah Menescal,
The Five Americans,
Lindisfarne,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Gap Band,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Golliwogs,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sparks,
Erykah Badu,
Magazine,
Jeru the Damaja,
LL Cool J,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Fugs,
Jerry's Kids,
Marcia Griffiths,
Throbbing Gristle,
EPMD,
Toni Rubio,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Schoolly D,
Judy Mowatt,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Q65,
Lyres,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rufus Thomas,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.