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 Oman and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Liliput to the grunge 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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
MC5,
Pussy Galore,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sandy B,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Toasters,
Rapeman,
Bluetip,
Harry Pussy,
Young Marble Giants,
Can,
Gerry Rafferty,
David Bowie,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kerri Chandler,
Qualms,
Rosa Yemen,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
China Crisis,
the Normal,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Niagra,
World's Most,
Thompson Twins,
Judy Mowatt,
Sarah Menescal,
Nick Fraelich,
Model 500,
Danielle Patucci,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Smog,
Newcleus,
Bad Manners,
Man Eating Sloth,
Scan 7,
Ponytail,
Aaron Thompson,
Tim Buckley,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Alphaville,
Mars,
Gregory Isaacs,
Andrew Hill,
Janne Schatter,
Gang of Four,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Evens,
Pet Shop Boys,
Marine Girls,
The Wake,
Brick,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Fear,
Blancmange,
The Leaves,
Scratch Acid,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Crooked Eye,
Eric Dolphy,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.