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 Mali and from Halifax.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 theremin 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 The Wake to the electroclash 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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Bronski Beat,
Mad Mike,
June of 44,
Barbara Tucker,
the Human League,
Scientists,
Lebanon Hanover,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Cheater Slicks,
The Knickerbockers,
Anthony Braxton,
Gong,
Crash Course in Science,
Fela Kuti,
Massinfluence,
Aloha Tigers,
World's Most,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Soft Cell,
Sandy B,
the Bar-Kays,
Fluxion,
Flash Fearless,
Skriet,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Vladislav Delay,
Accadde A,
Letta Mbulu,
Mark Hollis,
Suicide,
The Dave Clark Five,
Alphaville,
The Index,
Johnny Osbourne,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Trumans Water,
Bush Tetras,
Guru Guru,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Hardrive,
Jimmy McGriff,
Traffic Nightmare,
Todd Rundgren,
The Pop Group,
Model 500,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Tomorrow,
Supertramp,
The Victims,
T. Rex,
Lalann,
Franke,
The Happenings,
Ossler,
Groovy Waters,
Tropical Tobacco,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Tom Boy,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.