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 Nepal 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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Parry Music to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
Bob Dylan,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Neon Judgement,
The Gladiators,
The Walker Brothers,
Isaac Hayes,
The Black Dice,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Man Parrish,
Erasure,
Wolf Eyes,
Nico,
The Cosmic Jokers,
David McCallum,
Dark Day,
Nils Olav,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Popol Vuh,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Knickerbockers,
Brass Construction,
The Grass Roots,
Main Source,
Funky Four + One,
Lungfish,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Juan Atkins,
Livin' Joy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Underground Resistance,
Rekid,
E-Dancer,
Electric Light Orchestra,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ossler,
Cecil Taylor,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Hashim,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Con Funk Shun,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Zapp,
Tropical Tobacco,
Trumans Water,
Traffic Nightmare,
Technova,
Skaos,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Connie Case,
Audionom,
Negative Approach,
CMW,
Althea and Donna,
Eli Mardock,
Fear,
Zero Boys,
The Durutti Column,
Banda Bassotti,
Barbara Tucker,
kango's stein massive,
Intrusion,
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.