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 Madagascar and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 spring reverb 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 Brick to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
Roxy Music,
Jacques Brel,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Wasted Youth,
Brick,
The Star Department,
Gabor Szabo,
Maleditus Sound,
Q65,
Talk Talk,
World's Most,
Rhythm & Sound,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Mandrill,
Con Funk Shun,
Henry Cow,
Glenn Branca,
Boredoms,
Matthew Bourne,
Curtis Mayfield,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Soft Cell,
Jimmy McGriff,
Trumans Water,
Massinfluence,
Brass Construction,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Public Enemy,
Ronnie Foster,
Crispian St. Peters,
8 Eyed Spy,
48th St. Collective,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bronski Beat,
Guru Guru,
The Slackers,
Hoover,
Camouflage,
Fela Kuti,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Motorama,
Depeche Mode,
Panda Bear,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Crash Course in Science,
Eric B and Rakim,
Minutemen,
Technova,
Yazoo,
La Düsseldorf,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rotary Connection,
Absolute Body Control,
Arthur Verocai,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jandek,
Tommy Roe,
The Mojo Men,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.