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 France and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Matthew Bourne to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
The Invisible,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lou Reed,
Heaven 17,
Minutemen,
The Remains,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jesper Dahlback,
Tears for Fears,
Amazonics,
Gregory Isaacs,
Junior Murvin,
Bad Manners,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bill Near,
The Litter,
Mr. Review,
The Monochrome Set,
Slave,
The Real Kids,
Fear,
Duran Duran,
Roxy Music,
Byron Stingily,
Danielle Patucci,
Roger Hodgson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Mo-Dettes,
Jacob Miller,
Lyres,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Brothers Johnson,
Eric Copeland,
Outsiders,
Au Pairs,
Moss Icon,
The Sonics,
The Techniques,
The Star Department,
Urselle,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Monks,
Sugar Minott,
The Kinks,
DJ Style,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ralphi Rosario,
MDC,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Masters at Work,
Franke,
Anthony Braxton,
Soft Cell,
Agitation Free,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Circle Jerks,
Lou Christie,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.