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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Tehran.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Banda Bassotti to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
Japan,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Drexciya,
JFA,
Main Source,
Shuggie Otis,
The Barracudas,
Kevin Saunderson,
OOIOO,
The Names,
Second Layer,
Kurtis Blow,
Bootsy Collins,
Grey Daturas,
Sun Ra,
Chrome,
Black Flag,
Rotary Connection,
Little Man,
Kaleidoscope,
Bauhaus,
Funkadelic,
The Fire Engines,
Absolute Body Control,
Jacques Brel,
Joe Smooth,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Hot Snakes,
Joensuu 1685,
Wolf Eyes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Tommy Roe,
Black Bananas,
Malaria!,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Robert Wyatt,
Fela Kuti,
The Young Rascals,
Crooked Eye,
Tom Boy,
Procol Harum,
The Offenders,
Jeff Lynne,
Alison Limerick,
New Age Steppers,
B.T. Express,
Kayak,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Last Poets,
Black Moon,
Drive Like Jehu,
Joe Finger,
Camouflage,
Ten City,
Q65,
Fatback Band,
Schoolly D,
Wasted Youth,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.