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 Japan and from Mumbai.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 kango's stein massive to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
Trumans Water,
The Zeros,
Delta 5,
Blossom Toes,
Minnie Riperton,
Jesper Dahlback,
Marmalade,
Country Teasers,
Nik Kershaw,
The Pop Group,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Roy Ayers,
The J.B.'s,
Robert Hood,
The Evens,
Harmonia,
Clear Light,
The Cure,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Duran Duran,
The New Christs,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
MC5,
Livin' Joy,
Radio Birdman,
The Stooges,
Dual Sessions,
The Moody Blues,
The Names,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Neil Young,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Swans,
Outsiders,
The Fire Engines,
Chris & Cosey,
Pierre Henry,
Quantec,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Five Americans,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Deepchord,
Mad Mike,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Spandau Ballet,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Essential Logic,
Nick Fraelich,
John Holt,
The Human League,
Warsaw,
Moebius,
Underground Resistance,
The Slackers,
Metal Thangz,
Hashim,
The Walker Brothers,
Mo-Dettes,
Cal Tjader,
Hasil Adkins,
Black Flag,
Hoover,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.