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 Guyana and from Paris.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 Ludus to the rock 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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
Lightning Bolt,
Cymande,
H. Thieme,
Television Personalities,
Q65,
James White and The Blacks,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Music Machine,
Blancmange,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Moody Blues,
Soul II Soul,
Accadde A,
Lou Christie,
Monks,
Marshall Jefferson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Juan Atkins,
FM Einheit,
Shuggie Otis,
Blake Baxter,
Matthew Bourne,
Cluster,
Sam Rivers,
Black Flag,
Darondo,
Gil Scott Heron,
Moby Grape,
Anakelly,
the Bar-Kays,
The Fall,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
ABBA,
Oneida,
The Raincoats,
Andrew Hill,
Ludus,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ralphi Rosario,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Procol Harum,
Saccharine Trust,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gang Gang Dance,
Hasil Adkins,
Jerry's Kids,
The Gladiators,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Martian,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Prince Buster,
Funky Four + One,
Make Up,
Moss Icon,
Cecil Taylor,
Young Marble Giants,
The Count Five,
Kaleidoscope,
Brick,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.