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 Turkmenistan and from Salvador.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Cowsills to the techno 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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ludus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
Agitation Free,
Eddi Front,
D'Angelo,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Young Rascals,
John Holt,
Barry Ungar,
the Soft Cell,
Dual Sessions,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jandek,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gang Gang Dance,
Dennis Brown,
Lee Hazlewood,
Unwound,
Sister Nancy,
Popol Vuh,
Banda Bassotti,
DJ Style,
Y Pants,
Janne Schatter,
Saccharine Trust,
Con Funk Shun,
James White and The Blacks,
Mary Jane Girls,
Basic Channel,
Q65,
Young Marble Giants,
Wasted Youth,
Deepchord,
Black Flag,
Duran Duran,
Eric Dolphy,
The Angels of Light,
Robert Wyatt,
Peter and Kerry,
Desert Stars,
Jacob Miller,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pagans,
Bush Tetras,
The Divine Comedy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kerri Chandler,
The Slackers,
Pussy Galore,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Roger Hodgson,
Technova,
Cheater Slicks,
Gichy Dan,
Niagra,
Piero Umiliani,
Bluetip,
Lalann,
Kool Moe Dee,
Barrington Levy,
Moss Icon,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.