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 Thailand and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 mellotron 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 Cameo to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
Ludus,
Jawbox,
cv313,
Motorama,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Subhumans,
Easy Going,
Nils Olav,
Maurizio,
Josef K,
Eric Dolphy,
Mars,
DNA,
Intrusion,
U.S. Maple,
Chris Corsano,
Terry Callier,
Japan,
Slave,
Agent Orange,
Babytalk,
One Last Wish,
Soul II Soul,
Delta 5,
The Neon Judgement,
Nation of Ulysses,
Toni Rubio,
Sam Rivers,
Dave Gahan,
Joe Smooth,
Suicide,
Das Ding,
JFA,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Infiniti,
A Certain Ratio,
The Real Kids,
Idris Muhammad,
Theoretical Girls,
Marine Girls,
Negative Approach,
Fad Gadget,
Rod Modell,
Panda Bear,
Depeche Mode,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Last Poets,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Beau Brummels,
Mantronix,
Avey Tare,
48th St. Collective,
The Tremeloes,
Zapp,
Sun City Girls,
June of 44,
Kerrie Biddell,
Piero Umiliani,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.