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 Kiribati and from Columbus.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 snare 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
Thee Headcoats,
The Velvet Underground,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Roger Hodgson,
Yazoo,
Deakin,
Can,
Public Image Ltd.,
Inner City,
Matthew Halsall,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Mars,
Ponytail,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sarah Menescal,
Young Marble Giants,
Shoche,
Cluster,
Bluetip,
Soft Cell,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sam Rivers,
Country Teasers,
Lebanon Hanover,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Roxette,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lyres,
Pagans,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Index,
Todd Terry,
The Walker Brothers,
Deepchord,
Mr. Review,
Stetsasonic,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Associates,
The Index,
Ken Boothe,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Dead Boys,
Guru Guru,
Yellowson,
The Move,
The Doobie Brothers,
Janne Schatter,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Eric Copeland,
Kerri Chandler,
David McCallum,
Skaos,
The Gap Band,
Soul II Soul,
Lucky Dragons,
Joe Smooth,
Amazonics,
The Mojo Men,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.