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 Saudi Arabia and from Calgary.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 Eddi Front to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
The Fugs,
Audionom,
A Certain Ratio,
Urselle,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gong,
Public Image Ltd.,
Neil Young,
Depeche Mode,
Roger Hodgson,
Skriet,
Japan,
Swell Maps,
Marcia Griffiths,
Nirvana,
Funky Four + One,
D'Angelo,
Ponytail,
Stetsasonic,
Man Parrish,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bobby Sherman,
Peter and Kerry,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Tomorrow,
The Durutti Column,
Black Pus,
Barrington Levy,
The American Breed,
Juan Atkins,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Stooges,
Fat Boys,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
James White and The Blacks,
10cc,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sun City Girls,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Marmalade,
Aaron Thompson,
Oblivians,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Soft Cell,
Panda Bear,
The Slackers,
The Fuzztones,
Kevin Saunderson,
the Association,
Crash Course in Science,
K-Klass,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Niagra,
Nas,
Delon & Dalcan,
Saccharine Trust,
Scott Walker,
Tears for Fears,
Spandau Ballet,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.