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 Azerbaijan and from Spokane.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 arpeggiator 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
Alphaville,
the Germs,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Motions,
New Order,
MC5,
Bluetip,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
La Düsseldorf,
Index,
Lindisfarne,
Crispian St. Peters,
Main Source,
Angry Samoans,
John Holt,
Minny Pops,
Television Personalities,
Minutemen,
Section 25,
Harpers Bizarre,
Al Stewart,
The Vogues,
Guru Guru,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Excepter,
Fad Gadget,
The Searchers,
Bobby Sherman,
Kevin Saunderson,
Mad Mike,
Altered Images,
Lalann,
Albert Ayler,
The Index,
Ralphi Rosario,
Crash Course in Science,
Ludus,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Dawn Penn,
Davy DMX,
Intrusion,
The Fortunes,
Tres Demented,
The Dirtbombs,
Duran Duran,
Gang Starr,
Subhumans,
Mandrill,
The Shadows of Knight,
Roxy Music,
Derrick Morgan,
Boz Scaggs,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Marcia Griffiths,
Vainqueur,
Scott Walker,
Magazine,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Masters at Work,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.