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 Peru and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the snare 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 Half Japanese to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
Wire,
Peter & Gordon,
Harmonia,
the Slits,
Ludus,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Busters,
Boogie Down Productions,
Crispy Ambulance,
Eli Mardock,
Ultravox,
Terry Callier,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Doors,
Subhumans,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Yusef Lateef,
Porter Ricks,
Gang Green,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jawbox,
Brand Nubian,
K-Klass,
The Five Americans,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sonic Youth,
Jimmy McGriff,
Thompson Twins,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Boredoms,
X-101,
Prince Buster,
Bootsy Collins,
Mad Mike,
Aloha Tigers,
Absolute Body Control,
Colin Newman,
Faust,
Cameo,
Marmalade,
T. Rex,
Bobbi Humphrey,
New York Dolls,
Funkadelic,
Derrick Morgan,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sarah Menescal,
Mantronix,
The Cowsills,
Model 500,
Juan Atkins,
Tubeway Army,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ice-T,
Hardrive,
Black Bananas,
The Kinks,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.