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 Japan and from Philadelphia.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Derrick May to the grime 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 Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
The Angels of Light,
Main Source,
The Saints,
Skaos,
Anakelly,
Juan Atkins,
David Bowie,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Panda Bear,
Brass Construction,
K-Klass,
Youth Brigade,
Metal Thangz,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jawbox,
Scratch Acid,
Dave Gahan,
Au Pairs,
Lou Christie,
Alton Ellis,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Fluxion,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kerrie Biddell,
Robert Hood,
Khruangbin,
Flash Fearless,
Erasure,
D'Angelo,
Scion,
Wings,
the Fania All-Stars,
In Retrospect,
The Dirtbombs,
Gichy Dan,
Procol Harum,
Babytalk,
Unrelated Segments,
Marmalade,
The Smoke,
Amon Düül II,
Iggy Pop,
Wolf Eyes,
Quantec,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Barclay James Harvest,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Eurythmics,
The New Christs,
Camouflage,
Warren Ellis,
Gang Starr,
Cal Tjader,
Lower 48,
Fatback Band,
Magma,
Unwound,
Todd Rundgren,
Scan 7,
The Count Five,
Kerri Chandler,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.