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 Namibia and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Moody Blues to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
Marine Girls,
Sugar Minott,
Subhumans,
Organ,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Roy Ayers,
The Gap Band,
Monks,
Alison Limerick,
Agent Orange,
The Kinks,
Mad Mike,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kerri Chandler,
Underground Resistance,
Prince Buster,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Morten Harket,
Bill Near,
Cameo,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ossler,
Kenny Larkin,
Das Ding,
The Slackers,
Sun City Girls,
The Wake,
The Zeros,
Gang Green,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Frankie Knuckles,
Agitation Free,
Ronnie Foster,
Nation of Ulysses,
Eric Dolphy,
Panda Bear,
The J.B.'s,
Flipper,
The Misunderstood,
Sparks,
The Star Department,
Boredoms,
Eddi Front,
Reagan Youth,
Derrick Morgan,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Infiniti,
Sam Rivers,
The Doors,
Aaron Thompson,
Lou Reed,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lou Christie,
Throbbing Gristle,
A Certain Ratio,
Al Stewart,
FM Einheit,
Ohio Players,
Lyres,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.