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 Russia and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 mellotron 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the crunk 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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moebius record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
Silicon Teens,
Lower 48,
Lou Christie,
Althea and Donna,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
John Foxx,
Liliput,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kaleidoscope,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rapeman,
Iggy Pop,
David McCallum,
Connie Case,
Eve St. Jones,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jeff Lynne,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gil Scott Heron,
The J.B.'s,
Massinfluence,
Skaos,
Fugazi,
Max Romeo,
The Evens,
Khruangbin,
Jawbox,
The Selecter,
Sight & Sound,
The Angels of Light,
Niagra,
Radiopuhelimet,
John Coltrane,
Scion,
The Pretty Things,
Agitation Free,
Stiv Bators,
Little Man,
Bauhaus,
Marcia Griffiths,
Crime,
Flash Fearless,
Surgeon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Golliwogs,
Cluster,
Ultra Naté,
Flamin' Groovies,
Black Bananas,
Circle Jerks,
Q and Not U,
Todd Terry,
10cc,
Marvin Gaye,
New Order,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.