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 Singapore and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Spokane.
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 David Bowie 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 American Breed to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
Tres Demented,
Siglo XX,
The Modern Lovers,
Ultravox,
Terry Callier,
Easy Going,
Visage,
Deadbeat,
The Names,
Godley & Creme,
Eve St. Jones,
Franke,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Matthew Bourne,
Audionom,
Warsaw,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
One Last Wish,
Scrapy,
Neu!,
Motorama,
Massinfluence,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lee Hazlewood,
Suburban Knight,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Alton Ellis,
The Music Machine,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
MC5,
Radiopuhelimet,
L. Decosne,
Skarface,
Vladislav Delay,
Lightning Bolt,
Banda Bassotti,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Albert Ayler,
Altered Images,
Eurythmics,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Traffic Nightmare,
Anakelly,
Jeff Mills,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Index,
Quando Quango,
Derrick May,
Rosa Yemen,
X-Ray Spex,
B.T. Express,
Arcadia,
Dark Day,
Kaleidoscope,
Royal Trux,
Fear,
Lou Reed,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.