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 Tonga and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Q and Not U to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Mantronix,
Susan Cadogan,
The Standells,
Joe Smooth,
Dorothy Ashby,
Young Marble Giants,
Delta 5,
The Fuzztones,
The Raincoats,
This Heat,
F. McDonald,
Tommy Roe,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rosa Yemen,
China Crisis,
Malaria!,
Swell Maps,
The Stooges,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Tears for Fears,
Japan,
Steve Hackett,
Harry Pussy,
The Real Kids,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Duran Duran,
The Buckinghams,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Black Dice,
The Remains,
Gang Starr,
H. Thieme,
Half Japanese,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Alison Limerick,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Count Five,
The Neon Judgement,
Johnny Osbourne,
Crash Course in Science,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Kinks,
Peter and Kerry,
Popol Vuh,
Marc Almond,
Kool Moe Dee,
Spoonie Gee,
Flash Fearless,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Deakin,
The Toasters,
Gang Green,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Alton Ellis,
Morten Harket,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
AZ,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.