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 Bangladesh and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Accra.
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 mellotron 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 Eurythmics to the crunk 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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
B.T. Express,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bootsy Collins,
OOIOO,
JFA,
Babytalk,
Los Fastidios,
Sexual Harrassment,
Cal Tjader,
Panda Bear,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Popol Vuh,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Television Personalities,
Trumans Water,
Porter Ricks,
The Divine Comedy,
Lucky Dragons,
Shuggie Otis,
Circle Jerks,
Wasted Youth,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Technova,
Davy DMX,
The Fuzztones,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Big Daddy Kane,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Joyce Sims,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Echospace,
The Buckinghams,
Zero Boys,
Joe Smooth,
Gabor Szabo,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Fat Boys,
T.S.O.L.,
The Golliwogs,
Dead Boys,
Eric Copeland,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gregory Isaacs,
Grey Daturas,
Matthew Halsall,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Soulsonic Force,
Joensuu 1685,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Star Department,
Moby Grape,
Zapp,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Flash Fearless,
Stiv Bators,
Desert Stars,
Young Marble Giants,
Clear Light,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.