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 Swaziland and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Glasgow.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Animal Collective 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 The Happenings. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
Sparks,
Donny Hathaway,
Y Pants,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lakeside,
Animal Collective,
Jacob Miller,
The J.B.'s,
Sällskapet,
A Certain Ratio,
Desert Stars,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Interpol,
Deakin,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Negative Approach,
Bobby Sherman,
KRS-One,
Nils Olav,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Cramps,
Jeff Lynne,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lalann,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Niagra,
Barry Ungar,
James White and The Blacks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Fear,
Gong,
Von Mondo,
the Swans,
Joy Division,
Parry Music,
Can,
Banda Bassotti,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Busters,
ABBA,
Pole,
The United States of America,
Suburban Knight,
The Saints,
Ludus,
The Count Five,
The Barracudas,
Idris Muhammad,
X-101,
Al Stewart,
Bronski Beat,
Television Personalities,
Ten City,
Porter Ricks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Dennis Brown,
The Gories,
Delta 5,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.