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 Egypt and from Halifax.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Scratch Acid to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
Lindisfarne,
Camberwell Now,
Mark Hollis,
The Moody Blues,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Human League,
Neu!,
Tubeway Army,
Grandmaster Flash,
Mary Jane Girls,
Motorama,
OOIOO,
The Index,
Mission of Burma,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Monolake,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Flesh Eaters,
Marvin Gaye,
Brand Nubian,
Scott Walker,
The Alarm Clocks,
Severed Heads,
cv313,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rotary Connection,
Absolute Body Control,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Skarface,
Tomorrow,
Stereo Dub,
The Monochrome Set,
Sandy B,
Nick Fraelich,
The Seeds,
Bauhaus,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Joey Negro,
This Heat,
Hot Snakes,
CMW,
Eurythmics,
Davy DMX,
The Standells,
Toni Rubio,
Pussy Galore,
The Pretty Things,
The Stooges,
Talk Talk,
The Velvet Underground,
The Fall,
The Walker Brothers,
Circle Jerks,
Rakim,
Y Pants,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Camouflage,
Nirvana,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Tim Buckley,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.