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 Czech Republic and from Copenhagen.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Seoul.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Davy DMX to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
The Beau Brummels,
OOIOO,
Lalo Schifrin,
Intrusion,
Silicon Teens,
The Human League,
Franke,
David McCallum,
Matthew Halsall,
David Axelrod,
R.M.O.,
Peter & Gordon,
Quantec,
The Evens,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sam Rivers,
Groovy Waters,
Los Fastidios,
Buzzcocks,
The Young Rascals,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Mummies,
Chrome,
Sonny Sharrock,
New York Dolls,
Roxy Music,
Amon Düül II,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Davy DMX,
Scrapy,
The Blackbyrds,
The Walker Brothers,
Urselle,
Basic Channel,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Hot Snakes,
Panda Bear,
Arcadia,
Susan Cadogan,
Fad Gadget,
Severed Heads,
Sexual Harrassment,
Schoolly D,
Rod Modell,
Cymande,
Sällskapet,
Gang Gang Dance,
Roy Ayers,
D'Angelo,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Anakelly,
Stetsasonic,
JFA,
Arthur Verocai,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
John Cale,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.