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 Germany and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Captain Beefheart 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 The Names to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fatback Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kerrie Biddell,
X-102,
Crooked Eye,
Camberwell Now,
The Offenders,
Infiniti,
Talk Talk,
The Modern Lovers,
Sarah Menescal,
The Detroit Cobras,
Funkadelic,
Warsaw,
Nirvana,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Godley & Creme,
Scan 7,
Arthur Verocai,
Organ,
Jawbox,
Absolute Body Control,
Radio Birdman,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Dirtbombs,
Colin Newman,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rites of Spring,
Sonny Sharrock,
Fluxion,
Buzzcocks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Dead Boys,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Agent Orange,
Flash Fearless,
Lungfish,
Massinfluence,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Groovy Waters,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rakim,
Alison Limerick,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Aural Exciters,
The Happenings,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Chris & Cosey,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Slits,
Eric Copeland,
Oblivians,
The Buckinghams,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bobby Womack,
One Last Wish,
Mantronix,
Lindisfarne,
Tommy Roe,
Arcadia,
Letta Mbulu,
Depeche Mode,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.