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 Ivory Coast and from Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 theremin 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 Excepter to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Trojans. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
The Fire Engines,
Pantaleimon,
the Normal,
F. McDonald,
The Gladiators,
Tomorrow,
The Knickerbockers,
Cheater Slicks,
The Move,
Mr. Review,
Ornette Coleman,
Aural Exciters,
Con Funk Shun,
Rapeman,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Eden Ahbez,
Marvin Gaye,
Idris Muhammad,
Amon Düül II,
Hot Snakes,
Chris Corsano,
Cecil Taylor,
The Grass Roots,
X-102,
Erasure,
Shuggie Otis,
Michelle Simonal,
Depeche Mode,
Todd Rundgren,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Fad Gadget,
Fugazi,
The Slits,
Brick,
The American Breed,
Tres Demented,
The Litter,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Monolake,
Man Parrish,
China Crisis,
The Toasters,
Jimmy McGriff,
Marc Almond,
Donny Hathaway,
Joey Negro,
the Soft Cell,
Black Pus,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Parry Music,
La Düsseldorf,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rufus Thomas,
The Misunderstood,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Skaos,
Saccharine Trust,
Outsiders,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.