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 Cyprus and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Fatback Band to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
PIL,
Rotary Connection,
Henry Cow,
Chris & Cosey,
Minor Threat,
Eli Mardock,
Surgeon,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sällskapet,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Roger Hodgson,
Camouflage,
The Last Poets,
The Victims,
The Real Kids,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Angels of Light,
The Fuzztones,
The Fall,
Sexual Harrassment,
Idris Muhammad,
Porter Ricks,
Brass Construction,
Glambeats Corp.,
Electric Prunes,
Lalo Schifrin,
Iggy Pop,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Marine Girls,
The Moody Blues,
E-Dancer,
Fad Gadget,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Count Five,
Freddie Wadling,
Shuggie Otis,
Suicide,
Faust,
Dorothy Ashby,
Stereo Dub,
Terry Callier,
The Busters,
Nation of Ulysses,
Guru Guru,
The Smiths,
Judy Mowatt,
World's Most,
Roy Ayers,
Radiohead,
Kenny Larkin,
Can,
The Index,
Eddi Front,
Scientists,
Make Up,
Subhumans,
The Blackbyrds,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.