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 Estonia and from Salvador.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 48th St. Collective to the grime 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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
Aloha Tigers,
World's Most,
Audionom,
Franke,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Birthday Party,
Carl Craig,
Marc Almond,
Tom Boy,
The Stooges,
The Remains,
Angry Samoans,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Vladislav Delay,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Human League,
Kool Moe Dee,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Fad Gadget,
Idris Muhammad,
DNA,
Brick,
Yaz,
Pole,
Scion,
Bizarre Inc.,
Black Moon,
La Düsseldorf,
The Fire Engines,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jeff Lynne,
Electric Prunes,
AZ,
Hardrive,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rekid,
Alton Ellis,
The Zeros,
Soft Cell,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Boredoms,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Pop Group,
Rod Modell,
Scan 7,
Sex Pistols,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Scott Walker,
The Smiths,
Robert Wyatt,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Neil Young,
Altered Images,
Grauzone,
Black Flag,
The Monochrome Set,
Nick Fraelich,
John Foxx,
Josef K,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.