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 Italy and from Woodstock.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Swans to the electroclash 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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
Rhythm & Sound,
X-101,
Ken Boothe,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lower 48,
Radiohead,
Mo-Dettes,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Selecter,
Hasil Adkins,
Susan Cadogan,
ABC,
Ronnie Foster,
The Young Rascals,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Blake Baxter,
Los Fastidios,
New Age Steppers,
Sparks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bronski Beat,
Spandau Ballet,
Subhumans,
The Moleskins,
the Bar-Kays,
Banda Bassotti,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Amazonics,
The Fugs,
The Angels of Light,
Marc Almond,
Monolake,
Bill Near,
Intrusion,
Moebius,
Kevin Saunderson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Scratch Acid,
Ludus,
The Gladiators,
The Zeros,
Young Marble Giants,
Lucky Dragons,
Gang Starr,
Zapp,
Unwound,
Tres Demented,
K-Klass,
Metal Thangz,
Half Japanese,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bobby Womack,
Peter & Gordon,
Erasure,
Grandmaster Flash,
Eric B and Rakim,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.