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 Papua New Guinea and from Johannesburg.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Subhumans 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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Flamin' Groovies,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Liliput,
Janne Schatter,
Underground Resistance,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
OOIOO,
Connie Case,
Isaac Hayes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rites of Spring,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The American Breed,
Grauzone,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Second Layer,
Infiniti,
Aloha Tigers,
Scientists,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Scrapy,
Black Bananas,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Barracudas,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bobby Sherman,
The Index,
Minnie Riperton,
Altered Images,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Walker Brothers,
Crime,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Hardrive,
Mars,
Zapp,
The Human League,
Crispian St. Peters,
Blancmange,
Blossom Toes,
James White and The Blacks,
Average White Band,
Jandek,
Ken Boothe,
Slave,
Moby Grape,
Crispy Ambulance,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Todd Terry,
Harry Pussy,
Chris Corsano,
Derrick May,
Cymande,
Qualms,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.