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 Uruguay and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Nile Rodgers 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 The Sound to the punk 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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
These Immortal Souls,
Magma,
Sound Behaviour,
10cc,
Marvin Gaye,
The Fall,
Japan,
Siglo XX,
Junior Murvin,
The Real Kids,
Panda Bear,
Ultra Naté,
Flash Fearless,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Slits,
MDC,
Roger Hodgson,
Black Sheep,
Cluster,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Soft Machine,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Techniques,
The Pop Group,
LL Cool J,
Erasure,
Animal Collective,
Technova,
Harmonia,
the Sonics,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lyres,
Barclay James Harvest,
John Coltrane,
OOIOO,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Names,
L. Decosne,
Bluetip,
Lungfish,
Sight & Sound,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The American Breed,
Unwound,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Deepchord,
Jacob Miller,
Alton Ellis,
Skaos,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
EPMD,
Slick Rick,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Fire Engines,
The Doobie Brothers,
Moss Icon,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Organ,
Marc Almond,
The Dead C,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.