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 Moldova and from Bologna.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 synthesizer 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the dance 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Evens,
Jeff Mills,
The Beau Brummels,
Arab on Radar,
The Electric Prunes,
Goldenarms,
Drive Like Jehu,
Von Mondo,
Graham Central Station,
Bluetip,
X-101,
Ituana,
Prince Buster,
Cymande,
Swell Maps,
Drexciya,
Visage,
June of 44,
The Cowsills,
Amazonics,
Qualms,
Toni Rubio,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Blancmange,
Depeche Mode,
Bobby Sherman,
Anthony Braxton,
Sight & Sound,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gang of Four,
Kurtis Blow,
The Gories,
Wally Richardson,
Marine Girls,
The Count Five,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Negative Approach,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
a-ha,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sugar Minott,
Neil Young,
Mo-Dettes,
Derrick May,
Ornette Coleman,
Gabor Szabo,
Infiniti,
The Durutti Column,
Quantec,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Moebius,
Hasil Adkins,
Gerry Rafferty,
Barrington Levy,
Janne Schatter,
Simply Red,
Lightning Bolt,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.