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 Luxembourg and from Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 Monochrome Set to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
Underground Resistance,
The Black Dice,
Stiv Bators,
Skarface,
Second Layer,
Don Cherry,
Danielle Patucci,
the Normal,
Laurel Aitken,
Liliput,
Warsaw,
Neil Young,
the Sonics,
Gerry Rafferty,
Supertramp,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Smog,
Rosa Yemen,
Matthew Halsall,
Bobby Byrd,
Bizarre Inc.,
Khruangbin,
Popol Vuh,
Bobby Womack,
New Age Steppers,
Gabor Szabo,
Cameo,
Fugazi,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bob Dylan,
Dual Sessions,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Stockholm Monsters,
Tubeway Army,
Young Marble Giants,
Main Source,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ken Boothe,
Cymande,
Lakeside,
Joe Finger,
Babytalk,
Scrapy,
Zapp,
The Seeds,
Pantytec,
Sister Nancy,
Darondo,
Crispy Ambulance,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Raincoats,
Procol Harum,
Robert Hood,
The Invisible,
Kayak,
The Fire Engines,
Scott Walker,
Junior Murvin,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
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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.