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 Latvia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Blake Baxter to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
Wings,
Lucky Dragons,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Index,
The Blues Magoos,
Roger Hodgson,
The Golliwogs,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Donald Byrd,
Buzzcocks,
Guru Guru,
Lyres,
Isaac Hayes,
Rekid,
Monolake,
Lou Reed,
Marvin Gaye,
Sun Ra,
A Flock of Seagulls,
This Heat,
Angry Samoans,
Flamin' Groovies,
Chris & Cosey,
Unwound,
The Five Americans,
Glambeats Corp.,
Interpol,
Pantytec,
Grandmaster Flash,
Godley & Creme,
Banda Bassotti,
Kerrie Biddell,
Graham Central Station,
Bauhaus,
Silicon Teens,
Albert Ayler,
The Busters,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Moss Icon,
Niagra,
Whodini,
The Real Kids,
Khruangbin,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
H. Thieme,
The Durutti Column,
Radio Birdman,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Juan Atkins,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kevin Saunderson,
KRS-One,
Harry Pussy,
The Saints,
PIL,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jacques Brel,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Oblivians,
Rotary Connection,
Fear,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.