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 Calgary.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Evens to the electroclash 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 The Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
Infiniti,
the Slits,
The Wake,
Hardrive,
Girls At Our Best!,
Barrington Levy,
Panda Bear,
Von Mondo,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Television,
Q and Not U,
Nas,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Moss Icon,
Mandrill,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Can,
Quando Quango,
One Last Wish,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Dark Day,
Groovy Waters,
Vainqueur,
OOIOO,
Alice Coltrane,
Kas Product,
Boredoms,
Terrestrial Tones,
Alphaville,
X-102,
Rapeman,
The Barracudas,
Crooked Eye,
Camberwell Now,
Lou Christie,
Slick Rick,
Tomorrow,
The Cramps,
Young Marble Giants,
The Angels of Light,
Anakelly,
Dave Gahan,
Toni Rubio,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Wire,
L. Decosne,
Spoonie Gee,
Fluxion,
The Fugs,
Tubeway Army,
Pantaleimon,
Sixth Finger,
Stiv Bators,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Al Stewart,
Yazoo,
DJ Style,
Fela Kuti,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jandek,
UT,
Marvin Gaye,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.