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 Finland and from Salvador.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 a-ha to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
Ice-T,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Velvet Underground,
The Real Kids,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gong,
The Victims,
Faust,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Flesh Eaters,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pantaleimon,
Arthur Verocai,
Barrington Levy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bad Manners,
Connie Case,
Davy DMX,
Pet Shop Boys,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Theoretical Girls,
Intrusion,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Vogues,
Kerrie Biddell,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Stereo Dub,
Scion,
Essential Logic,
Frankie Knuckles,
Thompson Twins,
Talk Talk,
Soft Cell,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Black Dice,
Basic Channel,
Bill Wells,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Move,
Q65,
the Association,
The Modern Lovers,
Gichy Dan,
Marc Almond,
The J.B.'s,
X-Ray Spex,
Tubeway Army,
Black Flag,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Amon Düül,
The Offenders,
Jeff Mills,
Toni Rubio,
Massinfluence,
Banda Bassotti,
Terry Callier,
Moss Icon,
Niagra,
Kurtis Blow,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.