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 Chile and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 arpeggiator 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 Stockholm Monsters to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fluxion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
Television Personalities,
Roy Ayers,
The Knickerbockers,
Byron Stingily,
The Slits,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Khruangbin,
June Days,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Soul II Soul,
X-Ray Spex,
Liliput,
Stiv Bators,
The Moleskins,
Scan 7,
Rufus Thomas,
Q65,
Reagan Youth,
Adolescents,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Mars,
DNA,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Modern Lovers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Vainqueur,
Donny Hathaway,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Roxette,
Scion,
Ituana,
Pantytec,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Roger Hodgson,
the Human League,
Angry Samoans,
Barry Ungar,
Bob Dylan,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Moody Blues,
Lou Reed,
The Pretty Things,
Aswad,
John Coltrane,
The Misunderstood,
Sarah Menescal,
Skriet,
Shoche,
Hasil Adkins,
Sällskapet,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Avey Tare,
Brass Construction,
The Angels of Light,
The Motions,
Cecil Taylor,
Dead Boys,
Leonard Cohen,
Matthew Halsall,
Colin Newman,
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.