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 Germany and from Bremen.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Joyce Sims to the jazz 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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
Colin Newman,
JFA,
Junior Murvin,
Sugar Minott,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Organ,
the Swans,
Symarip,
Siglo XX,
Bill Near,
Duran Duran,
Grey Daturas,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Scott Walker,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
June Days,
Massinfluence,
Zero Boys,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Eric Dolphy,
Gerry Rafferty,
Chris Corsano,
The Stooges,
Pagans,
Pole,
Mark Hollis,
Ronan,
Gil Scott Heron,
Soft Cell,
Essential Logic,
The Real Kids,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Davy DMX,
Warren Ellis,
Al Stewart,
Sun Ra,
The Gladiators,
B.T. Express,
Todd Terry,
Smog,
Bush Tetras,
The Doors,
Cluster,
Crispy Ambulance,
Stetsasonic,
Lower 48,
Fad Gadget,
F. McDonald,
Sixth Finger,
Inner City,
Scrapy,
Mo-Dettes,
U.S. Maple,
Scion,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Mad Mike,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The American Breed,
T.S.O.L.,
The Kinks,
Chris & Cosey,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.