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 Philippines 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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 clarinet 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 Bootsy Collins to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Fall. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
K-Klass,
Rod Modell,
Hashim,
The Motions,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sonic Youth,
The Litter,
Gregory Isaacs,
Roxette,
Little Man,
Lou Christie,
China Crisis,
Throbbing Gristle,
Intrusion,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Smiths,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Joey Negro,
Ronnie Foster,
Heaven 17,
Eric Dolphy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Skarface,
Joe Smooth,
The Remains,
Make Up,
Flamin' Groovies,
Black Moon,
the Bar-Kays,
Eric Copeland,
Monks,
Minutemen,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Red Krayola,
the Human League,
Loose Ends,
Bobby Byrd,
The Busters,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Stockholm Monsters,
Alphaville,
Matthew Halsall,
Groovy Waters,
Magazine,
DJ Style,
Tears for Fears,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Beau Brummels,
Crispy Ambulance,
Maleditus Sound,
Bob Dylan,
Pagans,
The Fortunes,
A Certain Ratio,
Vainqueur,
Cybotron,
In Retrospect,
The Kinks,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.