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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Buzzcocks 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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
Tomorrow,
Rod Modell,
Crime,
Freddie Wadling,
Avey Tare,
World's Most,
Anthony Braxton,
The J.B.'s,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Mojo Men,
Frankie Knuckles,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gang Starr,
Symarip,
Vladislav Delay,
Amon Düül II,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ronnie Foster,
Gregory Isaacs,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Al Stewart,
Suicide,
Franke,
Derrick May,
Joey Negro,
Peter and Kerry,
Mars,
U.S. Maple,
John Lydon,
The Cowsills,
the Soft Cell,
Sex Pistols,
CMW,
Leonard Cohen,
Joy Division,
Bobbi Humphrey,
10cc,
The Happenings,
Model 500,
Bang On A Can,
Rakim,
The Gladiators,
Ornette Coleman,
Eric B and Rakim,
Interpol,
The Fall,
Goldenarms,
Youth Brigade,
Soul Sonic Force,
Big Daddy Kane,
Chris & Cosey,
The Beau Brummels,
The Detroit Cobras,
Angry Samoans,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
LL Cool J,
Siglo XX,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.