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 Solomon Islands and from Madrid.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Duran Duran to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
Minnie Riperton,
Wasted Youth,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Organ,
Franke,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rakim,
Yazoo,
Model 500,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Agitation Free,
Warren Ellis,
Rites of Spring,
The Martian,
CMW,
Crash Course in Science,
Urselle,
Soul II Soul,
Joyce Sims,
Boredoms,
B.T. Express,
The Gap Band,
DJ Style,
Bob Dylan,
Fluxion,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
In Retrospect,
The Alarm Clocks,
Tim Buckley,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
the Normal,
Kaleidoscope,
Ituana,
Aswad,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Accadde A,
Rufus Thomas,
Toni Rubio,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Blossom Toes,
Make Up,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Remains,
Panda Bear,
Half Japanese,
DJ Sneak,
Absolute Body Control,
Graham Central Station,
Surgeon,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Quadrant,
Guru Guru,
Pagans,
Jerry's Kids,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The New Christs,
Prince Buster,
Skarface,
The Misunderstood,
Tears for Fears,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.