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 Yemen and from Glasgow.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Derrick May to the electroclash 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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All Monolake 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 jazz 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 theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
Ossler,
Rapeman,
Supertramp,
Tom Boy,
The Names,
The Human League,
Fela Kuti,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Cluster,
Fatback Band,
Alison Limerick,
Eden Ahbez,
Nico,
the Soft Cell,
The Blackbyrds,
Swell Maps,
Livin' Joy,
Vainqueur,
Sun City Girls,
The Divine Comedy,
Rekid,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Faraquet,
Khruangbin,
X-101,
Todd Terry,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Loose Ends,
Flash Fearless,
Byron Stingily,
Cybotron,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Whodini,
Eric Dolphy,
Soul II Soul,
Nirvana,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
E-Dancer,
Big Daddy Kane,
Funkadelic,
Shuggie Otis,
Scratch Acid,
Scott Walker,
Delon & Dalcan,
David Bowie,
Marc Almond,
Visage,
Junior Murvin,
Jacques Brel,
the Swans,
The Victims,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Black Dice,
UT,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Star Department,
Howard Jones,
Sixth Finger,
Kenny Larkin,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.