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 Copenhagen.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mexico City.
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 chamberlin 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 Faraquet to the electroclash 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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sound Behaviour,
MC5,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Eddi Front,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Leonard Cohen,
Marcia Griffiths,
Man Parrish,
Idris Muhammad,
Pole,
Donny Hathaway,
CMW,
Jeff Lynne,
Throbbing Gristle,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Eli Mardock,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Mojo Men,
James White and The Blacks,
Ludus,
8 Eyed Spy,
Tommy Roe,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Hashim,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gang Green,
Lalo Schifrin,
Average White Band,
Pantytec,
The Offenders,
Harry Pussy,
New Order,
The Dead C,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Swans,
Unrelated Segments,
The Skatalites,
Dark Day,
Zapp,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bobby Sherman,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Quantec,
The Saints,
Niagra,
Black Flag,
Todd Terry,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Motions,
Peter & Gordon,
Fela Kuti,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Peter and Kerry,
One Last Wish,
The Knickerbockers,
Laurel Aitken,
Jeru the Damaja,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.