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 Serbia and from Tehran.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Copenhagen.
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 Michael McDonald 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 Outsiders to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
Rhythm & Sound,
Erykah Badu,
the Bar-Kays,
Whodini,
Robert Görl,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Angels of Light,
Crime,
the Swans,
X-101,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rapeman,
Moby Grape,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Gladiators,
Los Fastidios,
Chris Corsano,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Roger Hodgson,
Reuben Wilson,
Dual Sessions,
Deakin,
Scientists,
Crispy Ambulance,
Althea and Donna,
Au Pairs,
Ornette Coleman,
Urselle,
Minor Threat,
Vainqueur,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
World's Most,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Slick Rick,
Matthew Halsall,
Intrusion,
Animal Collective,
Sun City Girls,
Ludus,
MDC,
Brothers Johnson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Half Japanese,
Bad Manners,
Blancmange,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pantytec,
Neil Young,
The Remains,
Chris & Cosey,
Mo-Dettes,
Accadde A,
Arthur Verocai,
Roxette,
Eric B and Rakim,
Second Layer,
Clear Light,
Cybotron,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.