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 South Sudan and from Bologna.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bobby Sherman to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
Eden Ahbez,
Angry Samoans,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Moebius,
The Shadows of Knight,
Groovy Waters,
The Count Five,
Marvin Gaye,
The Doobie Brothers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Stooges,
The Detroit Cobras,
Agitation Free,
Godley & Creme,
The Names,
Neu!,
Reagan Youth,
Lindisfarne,
Roy Ayers,
Man Parrish,
Gong,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Minutemen,
Derrick Morgan,
Jesper Dahlback,
Darondo,
Brass Construction,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Neon Judgement,
Wasted Youth,
Index,
Juan Atkins,
The Leaves,
Morten Harket,
Eric Copeland,
X-101,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Schoolly D,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jeff Lynne,
Excepter,
Gichy Dan,
Rotary Connection,
Los Fastidios,
Drexciya,
Boredoms,
John Lydon,
Joensuu 1685,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Monochrome Set,
Bobby Byrd,
Thompson Twins,
UT,
Guru Guru,
Sun Ra,
Rapeman,
48th St. Collective,
The Pop Group,
Mad Mike,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.