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 Iraq and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 David Bowie 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 Royal Trux to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Goldenarms,
The Seeds,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Aloha Tigers,
Metal Thangz,
UT,
Danielle Patucci,
Ronan,
KRS-One,
Gabor Szabo,
The Real Kids,
Connie Case,
The Black Dice,
Cheater Slicks,
Little Man,
The Dead C,
The Misunderstood,
Josef K,
Absolute Body Control,
Michelle Simonal,
Fat Boys,
Banda Bassotti,
Soul Sonic Force,
Eric Dolphy,
Depeche Mode,
Maleditus Sound,
Circle Jerks,
Parry Music,
Franke,
Cluster,
David Axelrod,
Radio Birdman,
The Detroit Cobras,
Scan 7,
Derrick May,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Cramps,
cv313,
Letta Mbulu,
the Human League,
Warsaw,
Desert Stars,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
LL Cool J,
Aural Exciters,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Surgeon,
Jacques Brel,
Dual Sessions,
the Association,
Bootsy Collins,
The Invisible,
Interpol,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
a-ha,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Stiv Bators,
Young Marble Giants,
Quadrant,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.