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 Guyana and from Tehran.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Matthew Halsall to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moss Icon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
Sällskapet,
Sex Pistols,
Electric Prunes,
Josef K,
Ten City,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Nik Kershaw,
This Heat,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Residents,
The Kinks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Peter and Kerry,
Radiohead,
The New Christs,
The Blues Magoos,
Thompson Twins,
Bang On A Can,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pussy Galore,
Vainqueur,
Pet Shop Boys,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Funkadelic,
The Names,
F. McDonald,
The Angels of Light,
John Coltrane,
Echospace,
Cheater Slicks,
The Gap Band,
E-Dancer,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Idris Muhammad,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Crime,
The Slits,
Jacob Miller,
Pharoah Sanders,
Deepchord,
Yazoo,
Parry Music,
The Cowsills,
cv313,
The Zeros,
Marmalade,
Newcleus,
Bob Dylan,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ultravox,
The Human League,
Khruangbin,
Interpol,
Simply Red,
Tom Boy,
The Walker Brothers,
Pantaleimon,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.