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 Mauritania and from Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lagos.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Cheater Slicks to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
Wally Richardson,
The Mummies,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Yaz,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Joensuu 1685,
The Gap Band,
Ken Boothe,
Lindisfarne,
Blancmange,
Buzzcocks,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sound Behaviour,
Ultimate Spinach,
Technova,
The Sonics,
Dave Gahan,
The Martian,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Skaos,
Anakelly,
This Heat,
48th St. Collective,
Jesper Dahlback,
Arcadia,
New Order,
Sarah Menescal,
John Cale,
Marcia Griffiths,
Freddie Wadling,
Babytalk,
Mr. Review,
The Cramps,
DJ Sneak,
New Age Steppers,
Liliput,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Seeds,
Kevin Saunderson,
Roxette,
Black Flag,
Curtis Mayfield,
Brothers Johnson,
Charles Mingus,
The Remains,
Shuggie Otis,
Pulsallama,
the Swans,
Scientists,
Siglo XX,
The Evens,
Yusef Lateef,
F. McDonald,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Stockholm Monsters,
The Victims,
Con Funk Shun,
Basic Channel,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Todd Terry,
L. Decosne,
Chrome,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.