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 Dominica 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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 mellotron 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 The Leaves to the jazz 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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
Ossler,
The Move,
Todd Terry,
Roy Ayers,
Flamin' Groovies,
DJ Style,
Country Teasers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Wasted Youth,
Skriet,
Harmonia,
Mad Mike,
Toni Rubio,
Cheater Slicks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Basic Channel,
Echospace,
X-101,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gastr Del Sol,
Negative Approach,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Terry Callier,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Unrelated Segments,
The Evens,
Soulsonic Force,
Warren Ellis,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Dave Clark Five,
Banda Bassotti,
Moebius,
The Fugs,
John Lydon,
ABC,
Maleditus Sound,
Das Ding,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Young Rascals,
Fad Gadget,
Marshall Jefferson,
Morten Harket,
Swell Maps,
Spoonie Gee,
The Gladiators,
Anakelly,
The Trojans,
Marvin Gaye,
Charles Mingus,
Amon Düül II,
Arcadia,
Max Romeo,
Silicon Teens,
The Names,
Organ,
Isaac Hayes,
Babytalk,
The Cowsills,
Nico,
The Blackbyrds,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.