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 Ghana and from Delhi.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Bob Dylan to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
New Order,
Stetsasonic,
Altered Images,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Martian,
Marmalade,
Eddi Front,
The Remains,
Desert Stars,
Arthur Verocai,
Godley & Creme,
Camouflage,
Zero Boys,
Ronan,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Blues Magoos,
Maurizio,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Fall,
Crash Course in Science,
Ice-T,
Moss Icon,
Soul Sonic Force,
Magazine,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lou Christie,
Yazoo,
In Retrospect,
The Pop Group,
FM Einheit,
Bill Near,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jeff Mills,
Popol Vuh,
The Count Five,
Sex Pistols,
Make Up,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Cameo,
Dual Sessions,
Lower 48,
H. Thieme,
Swell Maps,
OOIOO,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Offenders,
Jacob Miller,
This Heat,
Stiv Bators,
Urselle,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Dave Gahan,
T. Rex,
Fad Gadget,
The Modern Lovers,
The Fortunes,
The Gladiators,
Lalann,
Moebius,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.