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 Belize and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Q and Not U to the dance 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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks 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?
Visage,
June Days,
KRS-One,
Tim Buckley,
Todd Rundgren,
Icehouse,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Graham Central Station,
Avey Tare,
The Selecter,
The Sisters of Mercy,
CMW,
Von Mondo,
Peter and Kerry,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Audionom,
The Mojo Men,
Archie Shepp,
Kerri Chandler,
Derrick May,
Theoretical Girls,
La Düsseldorf,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Matthew Halsall,
Moebius,
Black Bananas,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gong,
Pulsallama,
This Heat,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Saints,
Das Ding,
The Modern Lovers,
Dawn Penn,
Glambeats Corp.,
Khruangbin,
Harmonia,
Babytalk,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Dual Sessions,
John Foxx,
Skaos,
Dave Gahan,
Leonard Cohen,
Marmalade,
Tomorrow,
Ituana,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sarah Menescal,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Crooked Eye,
Unwound,
Royal Trux,
Radiohead,
Iggy Pop,
James White and The Blacks,
Cybotron,
Bluetip,
Bill Near,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.