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 Norway and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Duran Duran to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
Pussy Galore,
Avey Tare,
B.T. Express,
The Wake,
Kenny Larkin,
Easy Going,
Bush Tetras,
Cymande,
Visage,
John Foxx,
Bronski Beat,
Ohio Players,
Rotary Connection,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Cure,
Bob Dylan,
the Soft Cell,
Magma,
Y Pants,
the Bar-Kays,
Bad Manners,
Stereo Dub,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
June of 44,
Fatback Band,
Radiohead,
Arcadia,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Motions,
Duran Duran,
Spandau Ballet,
Cameo,
Altered Images,
T.S.O.L.,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Joyce Sims,
Ronnie Foster,
Thompson Twins,
Ludus,
the Association,
Oneida,
Sun Ra,
The Kinks,
the Human League,
Ice-T,
The Misunderstood,
Boz Scaggs,
The Vogues,
The Litter,
Scratch Acid,
Drexciya,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bill Near,
Agitation Free,
The Barracudas,
The Last Poets,
Maleditus Sound,
Television,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.