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 Kosovo and from Woodstock.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 organ 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 Procol Harum to the techno 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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
Arab on Radar,
Television Personalities,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Mark Hollis,
Dawn Penn,
Pharoah Sanders,
Can,
Darondo,
Hardrive,
Altered Images,
Cabaret Voltaire,
8 Eyed Spy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Cluster,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Walker Brothers,
Das Ding,
Simply Red,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Motorama,
Gang of Four,
Ossler,
The Fugs,
Dark Day,
The Barracudas,
Gang Starr,
Spandau Ballet,
Echospace,
Lyres,
Bad Manners,
Alice Coltrane,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Skatalites,
Lee Hazlewood,
Depeche Mode,
Main Source,
Pussy Galore,
Harpers Bizarre,
Duran Duran,
Isaac Hayes,
Mars,
Prince Buster,
FM Einheit,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bang On A Can,
Circle Jerks,
Patti Smith,
Oneida,
Girls At Our Best!,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Real Kids,
Robert Hood,
The Kinks,
Au Pairs,
The Monks,
Deepchord,
Ultravox,
The Cramps,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.