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 Papua New Guinea and from Mumbai.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 oboe 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 the Association to the funk 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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Misunderstood,
Nils Olav,
The Last Poets,
Roxette,
The Blackbyrds,
Infiniti,
Moebius,
Archie Shepp,
Porter Ricks,
The Slits,
Drive Like Jehu,
Peter and Kerry,
Pere Ubu,
This Heat,
The Human League,
Rod Modell,
Intrusion,
Marvin Gaye,
Slick Rick,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jacques Brel,
Bang On A Can,
ABBA,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Zero Boys,
Ronan,
Tears for Fears,
Pagans,
The Cramps,
Andrew Hill,
Sonny Sharrock,
Outsiders,
Ohio Players,
Darondo,
Susan Cadogan,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lou Christie,
T. Rex,
The Residents,
Essential Logic,
Warsaw,
Robert Wyatt,
T.S.O.L.,
Kas Product,
Nation of Ulysses,
John Holt,
Terrestrial Tones,
Aloha Tigers,
The Blues Magoos,
Barbara Tucker,
F. McDonald,
Pantytec,
Nico,
X-102,
Theoretical Girls,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Brothers Johnson,
Icehouse,
The New Christs,
Eden Ahbez,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.