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 Maldives and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 The Pop Group to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
Laurel Aitken,
the Swans,
PIL,
Fat Boys,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
John Holt,
Quadrant,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Khruangbin,
Oblivians,
Juan Atkins,
Deakin,
The Fuzztones,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Pop Group,
Wolf Eyes,
Wings,
Lucky Dragons,
Television Personalities,
Eric Dolphy,
Tim Buckley,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Cal Tjader,
June Days,
Sight & Sound,
Model 500,
Joyce Sims,
Glambeats Corp.,
Fela Kuti,
Jawbox,
The Five Americans,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Matthew Halsall,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Aural Exciters,
Dual Sessions,
Bobby Byrd,
Hasil Adkins,
Kas Product,
Simply Red,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pet Shop Boys,
K-Klass,
The Slits,
The Music Machine,
Icehouse,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Fire Engines,
Aswad,
Ralphi Rosario,
Reagan Youth,
The Busters,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ten City,
Hardrive,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Kinks,
Ludus,
DJ Sneak,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.