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 Haiti and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 marimba 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the disco 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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
Tom Boy,
Roxette,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Dirtbombs,
Jimmy McGriff,
Magma,
Hoover,
Kurtis Blow,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Nils Olav,
Marc Almond,
Swans,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
LL Cool J,
kango's stein massive,
Charles Mingus,
Skriet,
B.T. Express,
Easy Going,
The Monochrome Set,
Ronan,
Donald Byrd,
Howard Jones,
CMW,
Gang Gang Dance,
8 Eyed Spy,
Joensuu 1685,
Cluster,
The Gories,
the Bar-Kays,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gang Starr,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Moebius,
Minny Pops,
Can,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rotary Connection,
Soul II Soul,
Camberwell Now,
Todd Rundgren,
Mary Jane Girls,
Deepchord,
Alice Coltrane,
Ponytail,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Detroit Cobras,
Index,
E-Dancer,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pulsallama,
Groovy Waters,
Buzzcocks,
X-101,
Average White Band,
Neu!,
Bronski Beat,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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.