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 Greece and from Halifax.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Los Fastidios to the electroclash 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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Halsall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Faust,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Todd Rundgren,
Alice Coltrane,
Throbbing Gristle,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Red Krayola,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Glenn Branca,
Jesper Dahlback,
Fad Gadget,
Moby Grape,
Make Up,
Stiv Bators,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gastr Del Sol,
Big Daddy Kane,
Urselle,
In Retrospect,
Gang Starr,
Aswad,
Barrington Levy,
The Move,
The Dead C,
Lou Christie,
the Fania All-Stars,
Con Funk Shun,
Cybotron,
Gregory Isaacs,
Silicon Teens,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The J.B.'s,
Faraquet,
Sonny Sharrock,
Metal Thangz,
Joe Smooth,
Gong,
The Black Dice,
the Association,
Babytalk,
Malaria!,
Erasure,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Scratch Acid,
Ronnie Foster,
Black Sheep,
Black Flag,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Maurizio,
Parry Music,
Sixth Finger,
The Invisible,
Steve Hackett,
MDC,
Nas,
Ten City,
Iggy Pop,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rhythm & Sound,
kango's stein massive,
The Skatalites,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.