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 Serbia and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
Arcadia,
Dead Boys,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Marmalade,
Interpol,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The United States of America,
Parry Music,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sugar Minott,
The Monochrome Set,
Faust,
Eli Mardock,
Roxette,
The Associates,
Ituana,
Lalann,
Erykah Badu,
Moss Icon,
Black Flag,
Tommy Roe,
The Mojo Men,
the Soft Cell,
Johnny Clarke,
Arab on Radar,
Schoolly D,
MC5,
The Slackers,
The Toasters,
Dennis Brown,
Warren Ellis,
Slave,
Japan,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Brothers Johnson,
Terry Callier,
Procol Harum,
Minor Threat,
Fatback Band,
Donald Byrd,
R.M.O.,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
John Holt,
Crispy Ambulance,
One Last Wish,
Nas,
Matthew Bourne,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Dead C,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Heaven 17,
The Litter,
A Certain Ratio,
Aaron Thompson,
Soulsonic Force,
Tim Buckley,
Radiohead,
the Association,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Big Daddy Kane,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.