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 Fiji and from Stockholm.
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 Hong Kong and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Monks to the punk 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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Piero Umiliani,
Sonny Sharrock,
Marshall Jefferson,
Popol Vuh,
Massinfluence,
Marmalade,
Donny Hathaway,
The Standells,
Flipper,
Skriet,
The Saints,
Funky Four + One,
Lungfish,
Joensuu 1685,
The Seeds,
Malaria!,
The Birthday Party,
Amazonics,
John Coltrane,
Quantec,
Barrington Levy,
A Certain Ratio,
Bootsy Collins,
Stiv Bators,
Cecil Taylor,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ponytail,
Hasil Adkins,
Royal Trux,
Procol Harum,
Pulsallama,
Gastr Del Sol,
Fluxion,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jeff Mills,
L. Decosne,
Rakim,
Minnie Riperton,
Q65,
This Heat,
Jeru the Damaja,
Josef K,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Chris Corsano,
U.S. Maple,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Golliwogs,
The Vogues,
Eli Mardock,
Black Moon,
Letta Mbulu,
The Five Americans,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Robert Hood,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Litter,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.