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 Brunei and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Aloha Tigers to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
The Move,
Bronski Beat,
China Crisis,
Moss Icon,
8 Eyed Spy,
Robert Görl,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Grass Roots,
Mad Mike,
This Heat,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Goldenarms,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ornette Coleman,
Boredoms,
John Holt,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sugar Minott,
The Flesh Eaters,
Brass Construction,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lebanon Hanover,
Agitation Free,
The Offenders,
Deadbeat,
The Neon Judgement,
John Cale,
Minny Pops,
Quantec,
Brothers Johnson,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rapeman,
Frankie Knuckles,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Wire,
Angry Samoans,
The Busters,
Flash Fearless,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Main Source,
The Mojo Men,
L. Decosne,
Sonic Youth,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Names,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Yusef Lateef,
Fat Boys,
One Last Wish,
Warsaw,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Schoolly D,
Monks,
Jandek,
Camouflage,
Cal Tjader,
D'Angelo,
Nirvana,
Ponytail,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.