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 Bahamas and from Bologna.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 OOIOO to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
Tom Boy,
Warsaw,
Von Mondo,
Pussy Galore,
The Trojans,
Robert Hood,
Scratch Acid,
Smog,
Reuben Wilson,
Albert Ayler,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Sonics,
Quantec,
Rod Modell,
Tomorrow,
The Misunderstood,
JFA,
Cymande,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Deepchord,
DJ Sneak,
Magma,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Roger Hodgson,
Tres Demented,
Eric Dolphy,
Gang of Four,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ken Boothe,
Youth Brigade,
Marine Girls,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
PIL,
the Swans,
The Sound,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Radiohead,
Guru Guru,
MC5,
The Evens,
Skaos,
X-102,
Jandek,
F. McDonald,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Grandmaster Flash,
One Last Wish,
The Cowsills,
The Red Krayola,
Avey Tare,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Surgeon,
This Heat,
Maurizio,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.