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 Lebanon and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Milan.
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 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 Robert Palmer 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 Mantronix to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
Wasted Youth,
The Associates,
Black Bananas,
The Dave Clark Five,
Susan Cadogan,
Ludus,
The Trojans,
Procol Harum,
The Monochrome Set,
Masters at Work,
Pole,
Lightning Bolt,
Eurythmics,
Bluetip,
Eric Copeland,
Cybotron,
The Sonics,
Brass Construction,
UT,
Average White Band,
Oneida,
Thee Headcoats,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rites of Spring,
Bang On A Can,
Peter and Kerry,
Roger Hodgson,
Cal Tjader,
The Gories,
Unwound,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
L. Decosne,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pussy Galore,
Amazonics,
Gong,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Blossom Toes,
John Cale,
Audionom,
Sonny Sharrock,
Dave Gahan,
Darondo,
Spoonie Gee,
Public Enemy,
Rufus Thomas,
Laurel Aitken,
The Smiths,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Amon Düül,
Banda Bassotti,
Don Cherry,
the Fania All-Stars,
Girls At Our Best!,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Slits,
Godley & Creme,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.