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 Croatia and from Cairo.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 harpsichord 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 Little Man to the punk 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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
Harmonia,
Connie Case,
The Searchers,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pharoah Sanders,
The J.B.'s,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rapeman,
Procol Harum,
Ronan,
Cluster,
Mark Hollis,
Soft Cell,
Roxette,
Piero Umiliani,
Sun City Girls,
The Detroit Cobras,
Easy Going,
Amazonics,
T. Rex,
Goldenarms,
Bluetip,
Average White Band,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gong,
Althea and Donna,
David McCallum,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Patti Smith,
New Order,
Minutemen,
kango's stein massive,
Qualms,
E-Dancer,
Gichy Dan,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Tremeloes,
AZ,
Mad Mike,
The Black Dice,
Ludus,
The Blues Magoos,
Frankie Knuckles,
Dual Sessions,
Bob Dylan,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
cv313,
Lee Hazlewood,
Malaria!,
Pulsallama,
Heaven 17,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kaleidoscope,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Pop Group,
Barclay James Harvest,
Deepchord,
Model 500,
Eve St. Jones,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.