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 East Timor and from Delhi.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 spring reverb 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jacob Miller,
The Star Department,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Babytalk,
June of 44,
Howard Jones,
Traffic Nightmare,
Erasure,
Dark Day,
Anakelly,
Boz Scaggs,
Kurtis Blow,
The Modern Lovers,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sun Ra,
FM Einheit,
Ultravox,
The Happenings,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Echospace,
Derrick May,
Tears for Fears,
Panda Bear,
Monks,
Pagans,
Todd Terry,
Porter Ricks,
X-102,
E-Dancer,
Byron Stingily,
Nation of Ulysses,
Minny Pops,
Funky Four + One,
The Kinks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Red Krayola,
Colin Newman,
CMW,
Delon & Dalcan,
Quadrant,
Scion,
Slick Rick,
The Blackbyrds,
Stetsasonic,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Derrick Morgan,
The Divine Comedy,
Lou Christie,
The Knickerbockers,
Gerry Rafferty,
Fear,
Bootsy Collins,
Lightning Bolt,
Suburban Knight,
H. Thieme,
The Young Rascals,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.