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 Tajikistan and from Lagos.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 ABBA 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 Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
The Happenings,
New Order,
Lalann,
In Retrospect,
Liliput,
Section 25,
John Coltrane,
Robert Görl,
Robert Hood,
Gang Green,
Black Pus,
June of 44,
Reuben Wilson,
Scott Walker,
Funkadelic,
The Misunderstood,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Dirtbombs,
Black Moon,
Bobby Byrd,
The Grass Roots,
Swell Maps,
Visage,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Terry Callier,
Dawn Penn,
Tears for Fears,
The Skatalites,
Big Daddy Kane,
Index,
Ronan,
MC5,
the Bar-Kays,
Wolf Eyes,
Sarah Menescal,
Tim Buckley,
Blossom Toes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Crime,
Darondo,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pet Shop Boys,
Japan,
Siglo XX,
Minutemen,
Boz Scaggs,
The Electric Prunes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Cheater Slicks,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rod Modell,
The Golliwogs,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Icehouse,
The Pretty Things,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.