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 Tanzania and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Michael McDonald 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 Thee Headcoats to the funk 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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
Siglo XX,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Tears for Fears,
Peter & Gordon,
The Beau Brummels,
Avey Tare,
Derrick Morgan,
Excepter,
Deepchord,
Sonic Youth,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
New Order,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Slits,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gong,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
X-Ray Spex,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Cure,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Scion,
Aswad,
The United States of America,
Robert Görl,
Model 500,
This Heat,
Magazine,
Ronan,
Flash Fearless,
Oblivians,
Little Man,
The Pretty Things,
Peter and Kerry,
Todd Terry,
Porter Ricks,
Godley & Creme,
Dave Gahan,
Index,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
David Bowie,
Marmalade,
Harry Pussy,
Grauzone,
Faust,
The Cowsills,
Kerri Chandler,
Eden Ahbez,
Warsaw,
Severed Heads,
48th St. Collective,
Andrew Hill,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Angels of Light,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Robert Hood,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.