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 Belarus and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lagos.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Moebius to the electroclash 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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
Niagra,
The Divine Comedy,
Slave,
Sällskapet,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Grauzone,
Yazoo,
Roy Ayers,
Lou Christie,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bill Near,
Sugar Minott,
The Slits,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Malaria!,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
8 Eyed Spy,
Siglo XX,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Animal Collective,
The Trojans,
Scratch Acid,
Kool Moe Dee,
Model 500,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ice-T,
Audionom,
Monolake,
The Dirtbombs,
Derrick Morgan,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The New Christs,
New Order,
Judy Mowatt,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Offenders,
Glenn Branca,
Spoonie Gee,
Nils Olav,
Mo-Dettes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Stetsasonic,
Bobby Womack,
Pulsallama,
Bluetip,
Derrick May,
Lalo Schifrin,
Outsiders,
Sound Behaviour,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bauhaus,
the Association,
Letta Mbulu,
Barry Ungar,
Toni Rubio,
Thompson Twins,
Kayak,
The Saints,
X-102,
Roxy Music,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.