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 Djibouti and from Spokane.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Royal Family And The Poor to the techno 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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
DJ Sneak,
Ken Boothe,
Camouflage,
Marshall Jefferson,
Porter Ricks,
Flipper,
Rapeman,
Monolake,
Smog,
Matthew Bourne,
Vladislav Delay,
Silicon Teens,
The Zeros,
Barrington Levy,
Bootsy Collins,
Spoonie Gee,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Visage,
These Immortal Souls,
The Fire Engines,
Ludus,
Q and Not U,
Jawbox,
Lou Reed,
Radiopuhelimet,
Wally Richardson,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Marc Almond,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Vainqueur,
Soulsonic Force,
Parry Music,
Negative Approach,
Tom Boy,
Spandau Ballet,
The Real Kids,
The Monochrome Set,
June of 44,
Agent Orange,
Pharoah Sanders,
David McCallum,
Eve St. Jones,
Warsaw,
La Düsseldorf,
Panda Bear,
The Neon Judgement,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Second Layer,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Dennis Brown,
Reagan Youth,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Arcadia,
Wasted Youth,
The Count Five,
Sonic Youth,
Anakelly,
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.