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 Solomon Islands and from Johannesburg.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Fall to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
One Last Wish,
Eli Mardock,
Ossler,
Glenn Branca,
Brothers Johnson,
Black Moon,
Au Pairs,
Agitation Free,
Carl Craig,
Intrusion,
New Age Steppers,
Ohio Players,
The Moody Blues,
Sight & Sound,
Chrome,
Throbbing Gristle,
Organ,
Fear,
a-ha,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Graham Central Station,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Eric Dolphy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Kinks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Divine Comedy,
JFA,
The Misunderstood,
Peter & Gordon,
The Angels of Light,
Television Personalities,
The Detroit Cobras,
Radiopuhelimet,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Gap Band,
The Birthday Party,
These Immortal Souls,
Dorothy Ashby,
Mr. Review,
Bluetip,
Subhumans,
The Red Krayola,
Lakeside,
Saccharine Trust,
Faraquet,
Rosa Yemen,
The Count Five,
Yazoo,
New Order,
Ponytail,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Leaves,
Excepter,
Harpers Bizarre,
Scan 7,
UT,
Alison Limerick,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.