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 San Marino and from Tehran.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Eve St. Jones to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
These Immortal Souls,
Theoretical Girls,
Godley & Creme,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pharoah Sanders,
Accadde A,
Kurtis Blow,
Organ,
New Age Steppers,
Neu!,
Angry Samoans,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bauhaus,
The Standells,
Oblivians,
Wolf Eyes,
Urselle,
Josef K,
Max Romeo,
The Cramps,
Lungfish,
Black Pus,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Monks,
the Normal,
Make Up,
The Sonics,
Bad Manners,
Peter and Kerry,
Underground Resistance,
Section 25,
10cc,
Althea and Donna,
The Dead C,
Bootsy Collins,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Fad Gadget,
Swell Maps,
Audionom,
Cymande,
Rekid,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Danielle Patucci,
Ronan,
Dave Gahan,
Terry Callier,
The Golliwogs,
Los Fastidios,
Eddi Front,
The Slackers,
Robert Wyatt,
Dual Sessions,
New Order,
The Seeds,
Mark Hollis,
Barrington Levy,
Morten Harket,
Q and Not U,
E-Dancer,
Crooked Eye,
John Cale,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.