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 India and from Toronto.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 David Bowie 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 Pop Group to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
Man Parrish,
Porter Ricks,
The Remains,
Scratch Acid,
Lucky Dragons,
Trumans Water,
Mission of Burma,
The Tremeloes,
Lyres,
The Evens,
Freddie Wadling,
Magma,
Excepter,
The Sound,
Piero Umiliani,
Liliput,
Moebius,
Jacques Brel,
Sunsets and Hearts,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Peter and Kerry,
Hasil Adkins,
Harry Pussy,
Lou Reed,
Darondo,
Gang Starr,
Althea and Donna,
Grey Daturas,
Ludus,
Wings,
The Doobie Brothers,
Thompson Twins,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bobby Sherman,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Wally Richardson,
Circle Jerks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Charles Mingus,
Fatback Band,
The Dirtbombs,
Rod Modell,
Marshall Jefferson,
Groovy Waters,
Todd Terry,
Marine Girls,
Brothers Johnson,
Banda Bassotti,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lalo Schifrin,
ABC,
Make Up,
Eric Dolphy,
Hardrive,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Flash Fearless,
Tears for Fears,
Albert Ayler,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.