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 Luxembourg and from Cairo.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 organ 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 June Days to the rap 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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
Soulsonic Force,
The Knickerbockers,
The Fuzztones,
Camouflage,
Malaria!,
Swans,
Easy Going,
Lebanon Hanover,
Young Marble Giants,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Buckinghams,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Soft Cell,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Crooked Eye,
China Crisis,
Morten Harket,
Marmalade,
The Monochrome Set,
Tomorrow,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rod Modell,
Interpol,
Porter Ricks,
Glenn Branca,
L. Decosne,
Amazonics,
Monks,
Marcia Griffiths,
Reuben Wilson,
Marine Girls,
Faust,
Inner City,
The Fire Engines,
Oneida,
Curtis Mayfield,
Circle Jerks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Slick Rick,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Althea and Donna,
Second Layer,
World's Most,
Eric B and Rakim,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Blues Magoos,
The Wake,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Wings,
David Bowie,
One Last Wish,
Don Cherry,
Loose Ends,
Neil Young,
K-Klass,
Mo-Dettes,
Amon Düül,
La Düsseldorf,
Dorothy Ashby,
Fugazi,
Gabor Szabo,
The Modern Lovers,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.