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 Switzerland and from Bologna.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 marimba 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 Morten Harket to the punk 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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
The Kinks,
Sällskapet,
DNA,
The Monks,
Gastr Del Sol,
One Last Wish,
Audionom,
Hasil Adkins,
Whodini,
Bang On A Can,
Crispy Ambulance,
Tres Demented,
Essential Logic,
Johnny Osbourne,
The J.B.'s,
Severed Heads,
June of 44,
Sugar Minott,
John Cale,
AZ,
The Litter,
Carl Craig,
Monolake,
Deakin,
The Buckinghams,
The Moleskins,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pylon,
Warren Ellis,
Suicide,
The Zeros,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Mojo Men,
Y Pants,
Eden Ahbez,
Interpol,
Second Layer,
DJ Sneak,
Negative Approach,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
World's Most,
The Count Five,
the Soft Cell,
Bush Tetras,
Moss Icon,
Mad Mike,
Zero Boys,
Moebius,
Suburban Knight,
Oneida,
Wasted Youth,
Aswad,
Quantec,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Max Romeo,
Quadrant,
Saccharine Trust,
Pulsallama,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.