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 Sudan and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the organ 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 Kevin Saunderson to the crunk 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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
Lou Christie,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Dave Gahan,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Saccharine Trust,
The Smiths,
The Angels of Light,
Tom Boy,
Sound Behaviour,
The Fire Engines,
The Dirtbombs,
Crooked Eye,
June of 44,
Y Pants,
Cymande,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Vogues,
Qualms,
Ronnie Foster,
Section 25,
Pere Ubu,
Rhythm & Sound,
Maurizio,
Morten Harket,
Toni Rubio,
Sandy B,
Duran Duran,
Joe Finger,
Nick Fraelich,
Bobby Byrd,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Neu!,
Gil Scott Heron,
Radiopuhelimet,
Procol Harum,
The Happenings,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Count Five,
Arcadia,
The Raincoats,
Lucky Dragons,
Jawbox,
Television,
Soft Cell,
Sister Nancy,
Isaac Hayes,
Marine Girls,
The Sound,
Boredoms,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Sonics,
The Shadows of Knight,
Maleditus Sound,
Hasil Adkins,
Jeff Mills,
Erykah Badu,
Banda Bassotti,
Con Funk Shun,
The Doobie Brothers,
Eve St. Jones,
The Kinks,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.