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 Samoa and from Portland.
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 Manila and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the rap 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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
Godley & Creme,
DJ Style,
Malaria!,
L. Decosne,
Crispian St. Peters,
DNA,
Alice Coltrane,
Kerri Chandler,
The Zeros,
Jimmy McGriff,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Vogues,
Moebius,
The Tremeloes,
Subhumans,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Danielle Patucci,
The Buckinghams,
Marmalade,
Byron Stingily,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Crash Course in Science,
the Germs,
Juan Atkins,
F. McDonald,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Intrusion,
Gil Scott Heron,
Mission of Burma,
H. Thieme,
Black Sheep,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jeff Mills,
Organ,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Drive Like Jehu,
Heaven 17,
Tears for Fears,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Yaz,
Althea and Donna,
Scratch Acid,
Scientists,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jacques Brel,
Model 500,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Minnie Riperton,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The New Christs,
David Axelrod,
Boogie Down Productions,
Quando Quango,
New Age Steppers,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.