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 El Salvador and from Stockholm.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Echospace 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 Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
Suicide,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pantaleimon,
The Modern Lovers,
The Cowsills,
Wally Richardson,
Moss Icon,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Dirtbombs,
Stereo Dub,
Judy Mowatt,
Juan Atkins,
Adolescents,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Fuzztones,
Roger Hodgson,
The Red Krayola,
D'Angelo,
PIL,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Porter Ricks,
Public Enemy,
Pet Shop Boys,
Erykah Badu,
KRS-One,
kango's stein massive,
Public Image Ltd.,
John Cale,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Albert Ayler,
Ituana,
Iggy Pop,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Monolake,
The Litter,
Eric Copeland,
OOIOO,
Eurythmics,
Lindisfarne,
Kerri Chandler,
Freddie Wadling,
Joensuu 1685,
Andrew Hill,
Au Pairs,
Sex Pistols,
The Offenders,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Nik Kershaw,
the Slits,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Buzzcocks,
Ultimate Spinach,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Slackers,
Dark Day,
Depeche Mode,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Five Americans,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.