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 East Timor and from Houston.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 oboe 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 Cluster to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
Dave Gahan,
Boz Scaggs,
Henry Cow,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Todd Rundgren,
Jawbox,
Supertramp,
Eric Copeland,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Vogues,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Fluxion,
The Black Dice,
Lakeside,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Groovy Waters,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Cure,
Schoolly D,
Avey Tare,
Aural Exciters,
Marcia Griffiths,
Fela Kuti,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
X-Ray Spex,
X-102,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Tubeway Army,
Johnny Clarke,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Fuzztones,
The Detroit Cobras,
Basic Channel,
The Dave Clark Five,
Das Ding,
Zapp,
Agitation Free,
Lou Reed,
Scan 7,
Infiniti,
Leonard Cohen,
Ronan,
John Cale,
Accadde A,
Robert Görl,
Anthony Braxton,
La Düsseldorf,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Black Pus,
Danielle Patucci,
Goldenarms,
The Doors,
Albert Ayler,
Crime,
Model 500,
The J.B.'s,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kayak,
Connie Case,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Soft Machine,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.