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 Chad 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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 güiro 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the rock 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 The Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
Flash Fearless,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Deakin,
Archie Shepp,
The Real Kids,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Martian,
Panda Bear,
Peter and Kerry,
Niagra,
The Wake,
The Victims,
Excepter,
Porter Ricks,
Curtis Mayfield,
Unrelated Segments,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bob Dylan,
The Durutti Column,
Black Bananas,
Avey Tare,
Ken Boothe,
Bauhaus,
Eric B and Rakim,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gang Gang Dance,
Hardrive,
Ronan,
Interpol,
Cymande,
Lungfish,
The Slackers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sex Pistols,
Sun Ra,
Soft Cell,
The Angels of Light,
Neil Young,
Babytalk,
Tomorrow,
The Knickerbockers,
Matthew Bourne,
48th St. Collective,
Can,
UT,
Agent Orange,
Boz Scaggs,
The Modern Lovers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Eden Ahbez,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Radiohead,
Bush Tetras,
The Red Krayola,
Desert Stars,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Marmalade,
Nick Fraelich,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.