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 Slovenia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Radiopuhelimet to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Jacques Brel,
Theoretical Girls,
Tears for Fears,
Steve Hackett,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Crime,
Johnny Osbourne,
Howard Jones,
Marvin Gaye,
Livin' Joy,
Leonard Cohen,
Scrapy,
Severed Heads,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gastr Del Sol,
CMW,
MC5,
Rakim,
Delon & Dalcan,
B.T. Express,
Moss Icon,
Dennis Brown,
The Gun Club,
Con Funk Shun,
Schoolly D,
Ronnie Foster,
Blancmange,
Cluster,
New York Dolls,
Wally Richardson,
The Techniques,
Gichy Dan,
Dark Day,
Fela Kuti,
Lower 48,
Dead Boys,
The Zeros,
Sixth Finger,
Rapeman,
Aswad,
Gang Gang Dance,
Grauzone,
The Names,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lyres,
Kurtis Blow,
Jandek,
The Gap Band,
Rhythm & Sound,
Japan,
Unrelated Segments,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Freddie Wadling,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rod Modell,
Hashim,
Liliput,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.