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 Bulgaria and from Glasgow.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Barry Ungar to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bobby Byrd,
Yusef Lateef,
8 Eyed Spy,
Country Teasers,
Q65,
Bootsy Collins,
Liliput,
Aural Exciters,
ABBA,
Thee Headcoats,
Electric Prunes,
Ituana,
Warren Ellis,
David Bowie,
Junior Murvin,
Adolescents,
Rapeman,
Unrelated Segments,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bobby Sherman,
Rekid,
The Kinks,
Crime,
Grauzone,
the Swans,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Slave,
Clear Light,
Jawbox,
X-102,
Model 500,
Deakin,
Neil Young,
Alton Ellis,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Underground Resistance,
Cal Tjader,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Delta 5,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Count Five,
The Pretty Things,
The Cramps,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Blackbyrds,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Martian,
The Busters,
Maleditus Sound,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Cluster,
Angry Samoans,
The Trojans,
The Blues Magoos,
Colin Newman,
Lakeside,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Visage,
Roxette,
Ken Boothe,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.