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 Panama and from Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Peter and Kerry to the crunk 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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Monolake,
Colin Newman,
K-Klass,
Flipper,
The Doobie Brothers,
Robert Wyatt,
Fugazi,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Silicon Teens,
Susan Cadogan,
Mantronix,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Scientists,
Ituana,
Ludus,
B.T. Express,
Zapp,
Pulsallama,
Kenny Larkin,
Black Sheep,
Radiopuhelimet,
cv313,
The Count Five,
Sun Ra,
ABC,
Warsaw,
Outsiders,
Sight & Sound,
Sarah Menescal,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sixth Finger,
The Fall,
Bronski Beat,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Index,
Magma,
The Real Kids,
Warren Ellis,
Thee Headcoats,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Black Dice,
Ohio Players,
Basic Channel,
The Searchers,
Ossler,
Animal Collective,
Saccharine Trust,
Sexual Harrassment,
Soft Cell,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Joyce Sims,
X-101,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Fad Gadget,
AZ,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Motions,
Rites of Spring,
Technova,
Monks,
H. Thieme,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.