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 Botswana and from Philadelphia.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ossler to the crunk 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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
Youth Brigade,
Stetsasonic,
Scion,
Wings,
The Blackbyrds,
Stockholm Monsters,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Dirtbombs,
The Seeds,
Darondo,
In Retrospect,
Jerry's Kids,
New Order,
Nirvana,
The Count Five,
EPMD,
Joey Negro,
Rod Modell,
Moebius,
Gang Green,
Soul Sonic Force,
Quadrant,
Kerri Chandler,
Robert Wyatt,
Deadbeat,
L. Decosne,
AZ,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Neu!,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Porter Ricks,
Electric Prunes,
Black Flag,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lakeside,
This Heat,
Stiv Bators,
Pharoah Sanders,
Terrestrial Tones,
Arcadia,
Lightning Bolt,
Trumans Water,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Blues Magoos,
Bob Dylan,
Aswad,
Hardrive,
New York Dolls,
Drexciya,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Todd Terry,
Simply Red,
B.T. Express,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Hoover,
Lindisfarne,
Cymande,
Ossler,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.