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 Brazil and from Mexico City.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tehran.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Das Ding to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Harry Pussy,
Procol Harum,
Con Funk Shun,
Visage,
Eve St. Jones,
The Pretty Things,
Minutemen,
Josef K,
Stiv Bators,
Toni Rubio,
This Heat,
The Cramps,
Anthony Braxton,
Porter Ricks,
The Real Kids,
Scion,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Altered Images,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Camberwell Now,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Isaac Hayes,
Wally Richardson,
Fatback Band,
Buzzcocks,
Yaz,
Circle Jerks,
Slick Rick,
Newcleus,
U.S. Maple,
Sam Rivers,
Drive Like Jehu,
Camouflage,
Bronski Beat,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Das Ding,
Public Image Ltd.,
Excepter,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sun Ra,
Bang On A Can,
Country Teasers,
The Wake,
Arcadia,
Funkadelic,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Marine Girls,
Ultimate Spinach,
Cymande,
Jacob Miller,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sonny Sharrock,
James White and The Blacks,
Main Source,
Hot Snakes,
Metal Thangz,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Amon Düül,
Brick,
Sound Behaviour,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.