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 Japan 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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Scan 7 to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
Janne Schatter,
Arab on Radar,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Urselle,
Letta Mbulu,
Amon Düül II,
Angry Samoans,
The Searchers,
The Five Americans,
Ossler,
Khruangbin,
The Busters,
Crooked Eye,
The Velvet Underground,
Drive Like Jehu,
Vladislav Delay,
Alton Ellis,
Soulsonic Force,
The Grass Roots,
Anthony Braxton,
Heaven 17,
The Fuzztones,
The New Christs,
Maleditus Sound,
Harry Pussy,
LL Cool J,
Reuben Wilson,
Kurtis Blow,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Banda Bassotti,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Mummies,
Echospace,
Arcadia,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Real Kids,
Depeche Mode,
Pantaleimon,
Pussy Galore,
The Knickerbockers,
Erasure,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Angels of Light,
Sight & Sound,
X-Ray Spex,
Sister Nancy,
Trumans Water,
UT,
Rosa Yemen,
Arthur Verocai,
Camouflage,
Agent Orange,
Lightning Bolt,
Delta 5,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Eden Ahbez,
Alice Coltrane,
Franke,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.