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 Madagascar and from Bologna.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 synthesizer 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 David Bowie to the disco 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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps 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?
The Slackers,
Model 500,
Cheater Slicks,
R.M.O.,
The Leaves,
a-ha,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pulsallama,
Au Pairs,
Wolf Eyes,
David Axelrod,
Eden Ahbez,
Television Personalities,
The Durutti Column,
Todd Rundgren,
Audionom,
The Birthday Party,
EPMD,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
World's Most,
Hasil Adkins,
Joy Division,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pole,
Agitation Free,
JFA,
Soul Sonic Force,
Underground Resistance,
Archie Shepp,
The Real Kids,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Smoke,
B.T. Express,
Eric B and Rakim,
Hardrive,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Crispy Ambulance,
Boz Scaggs,
Technova,
X-Ray Spex,
Barbara Tucker,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gil Scott Heron,
Piero Umiliani,
Sound Behaviour,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Shadows of Knight,
Tropical Tobacco,
FM Einheit,
the Bar-Kays,
Marine Girls,
David Bowie,
David McCallum,
Gichy Dan,
This Heat,
Lebanon Hanover,
Johnny Clarke,
Quando Quango,
Black Flag,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.