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 Russia and from New York.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 oboe 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 The Residents to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
R.M.O.,
Bill Wells,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Zero Boys,
Sun Ra,
Easy Going,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Black Moon,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gang Gang Dance,
Al Stewart,
Quadrant,
Cameo,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Stockholm Monsters,
LL Cool J,
Sight & Sound,
Ossler,
Tubeway Army,
Massinfluence,
The Pretty Things,
Camberwell Now,
Kurtis Blow,
Monolake,
Mission of Burma,
The Moody Blues,
Yaz,
The Barracudas,
The Toasters,
Soft Cell,
The Searchers,
Gichy Dan,
These Immortal Souls,
Amon Düül II,
Roxette,
Brand Nubian,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Knickerbockers,
the Swans,
Sandy B,
Sex Pistols,
The Angels of Light,
X-Ray Spex,
The Martian,
Suicide,
The Mojo Men,
Alphaville,
the Germs,
Cybotron,
Carl Craig,
David McCallum,
Ohio Players,
The Names,
Oblivians,
Ten City,
Chris Corsano,
H. Thieme,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.