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 Armenia 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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 linndrum 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 The Red Krayola to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mojo Men record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
KRS-One,
D'Angelo,
Swell Maps,
Matthew Halsall,
Lucky Dragons,
The Toasters,
Infiniti,
The Skatalites,
The Human League,
Lightning Bolt,
The Slits,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Television,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Hasil Adkins,
Neu!,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Soft Cell,
Graham Central Station,
Alison Limerick,
Crime,
Brothers Johnson,
Lower 48,
Gerry Rafferty,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Mad Mike,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Echospace,
Quando Quango,
the Human League,
The Count Five,
Ultra Naté,
Fugazi,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Toni Rubio,
The Beau Brummels,
U.S. Maple,
Bronski Beat,
Banda Bassotti,
Sällskapet,
China Crisis,
Althea and Donna,
R.M.O.,
Sixth Finger,
Stiv Bators,
Sound Behaviour,
Au Pairs,
Joensuu 1685,
Drive Like Jehu,
Donny Hathaway,
Hardrive,
Mars,
Anakelly,
Kurtis Blow,
Y Pants,
New Age Steppers,
Nik Kershaw,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Star Department,
Aswad,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.