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 Tajikistan 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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 spring reverb 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 Mantronix to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad 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?
Fat Boys,
Skriet,
Fad Gadget,
ABBA,
Bauhaus,
Rotary Connection,
The Moody Blues,
The Smoke,
The Cowsills,
Adolescents,
Rufus Thomas,
Gang Green,
The Wake,
Laurel Aitken,
Gang Starr,
Camberwell Now,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Mary Jane Girls,
Danielle Patucci,
Lou Reed,
The Fortunes,
Sight & Sound,
The Beau Brummels,
Marmalade,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Erykah Badu,
Boredoms,
Intrusion,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Letta Mbulu,
Derrick Morgan,
The Real Kids,
MDC,
Stockholm Monsters,
The J.B.'s,
Thee Headcoats,
Byron Stingily,
Cybotron,
The Stooges,
Fatback Band,
the Human League,
Nik Kershaw,
The Fugs,
The Raincoats,
Ultimate Spinach,
Soft Cell,
Glenn Branca,
Bob Dylan,
Andrew Hill,
Gang of Four,
Bootsy Collins,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Terrestrial Tones,
Erasure,
Pylon,
Los Fastidios,
Lower 48,
The Remains,
the Swans,
David Bowie,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.