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 Tunisia and from Portland.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bologna.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Quadrant to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
K-Klass,
Mo-Dettes,
Alice Coltrane,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Donny Hathaway,
The Searchers,
These Immortal Souls,
Icehouse,
Roy Ayers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Matthew Bourne,
Terrestrial Tones,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Banda Bassotti,
Rites of Spring,
Wasted Youth,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Harpers Bizarre,
Severed Heads,
JFA,
Terry Callier,
Lalann,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Marmalade,
Marine Girls,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Golliwogs,
The Fuzztones,
The Busters,
Wings,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ultravox,
the Swans,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Drive Like Jehu,
Surgeon,
Harry Pussy,
Dave Gahan,
U.S. Maple,
Agent Orange,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Associates,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rotary Connection,
Anthony Braxton,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Swans,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Skatalites,
Minnie Riperton,
Can,
Masters at Work,
Skarface,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Carl Craig,
Ossler,
Oneida,
the Association,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.