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 Macedonia and from Paris.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Morten Harket to the rock 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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Eden Ahbez,
Delon & Dalcan,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Cabaret Voltaire,
David Axelrod,
Rakim,
Maurizio,
Isaac Hayes,
Amon Düül,
Young Marble Giants,
The Techniques,
The Stooges,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lyres,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
cv313,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gastr Del Sol,
Eric Copeland,
Fad Gadget,
Minnie Riperton,
the Human League,
Scientists,
Organ,
Mandrill,
The United States of America,
Marshall Jefferson,
Chris & Cosey,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Seeds,
The Mojo Men,
Monks,
Eli Mardock,
These Immortal Souls,
the Association,
Silicon Teens,
Jerry's Kids,
The Red Krayola,
Section 25,
Harry Pussy,
Brothers Johnson,
The Selecter,
Kaleidoscope,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Andrew Hill,
The Divine Comedy,
The Trojans,
Bronski Beat,
The Leaves,
The Martian,
Nick Fraelich,
Matthew Halsall,
Lower 48,
Bob Dylan,
Grauzone,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.