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 Italy and from Milan.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Michael McDonald 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 Massinfluence to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moebius record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
ABC,
Bill Wells,
Warren Ellis,
The Star Department,
Derrick Morgan,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Black Flag,
a-ha,
Gang Starr,
Grey Daturas,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Buzzcocks,
Dave Gahan,
Letta Mbulu,
Johnny Osbourne,
Make Up,
Thompson Twins,
Animal Collective,
The Slits,
Tom Boy,
Davy DMX,
Eli Mardock,
Essential Logic,
Amon Düül,
Average White Band,
David Axelrod,
Television,
Absolute Body Control,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Cheater Slicks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sandy B,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
JFA,
The Fortunes,
Gang of Four,
The Grass Roots,
Joensuu 1685,
Graham Central Station,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Black Pus,
Subhumans,
Pagans,
Colin Newman,
Nirvana,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bill Near,
Radio Birdman,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Magma,
Sixth Finger,
The Black Dice,
Man Parrish,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Human League,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Marmalade,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The American Breed,
Sugar Minott,
Jeff Lynne,
T. Rex,
Piero Umiliani,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.