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 Guinea and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and London.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the marimba 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the dance 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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
Scion,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Interpol,
Lalann,
The J.B.'s,
One Last Wish,
Laurel Aitken,
Danielle Patucci,
James White and The Blacks,
L. Decosne,
Stockholm Monsters,
DJ Sneak,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Soft Cell,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Names,
Crooked Eye,
The Human League,
Jesper Dahlback,
Peter and Kerry,
kango's stein massive,
the Normal,
10cc,
Thee Headcoats,
T.S.O.L.,
Excepter,
The Busters,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Fall,
Zapp,
Mars,
Bauhaus,
The Barracudas,
Bob Dylan,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sandy B,
Letta Mbulu,
Magma,
Joyce Sims,
Scott Walker,
Basic Channel,
The Durutti Column,
FM Einheit,
Pierre Henry,
Fad Gadget,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kenny Larkin,
Intrusion,
This Heat,
Leonard Cohen,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Buzzcocks,
Duran Duran,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Traffic Nightmare,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Maurizio,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.