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 Niger and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the electroclash 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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
Todd Terry,
Little Man,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Connie Case,
Sällskapet,
Mandrill,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Mantronix,
Susan Cadogan,
Bill Wells,
Oblivians,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The American Breed,
Howard Jones,
FM Einheit,
Silicon Teens,
Cybotron,
Bronski Beat,
Whodini,
Flipper,
Youth Brigade,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Angry Samoans,
The Wake,
Popol Vuh,
The United States of America,
the Bar-Kays,
Neil Young,
The Grass Roots,
Frankie Knuckles,
Underground Resistance,
Moby Grape,
New Age Steppers,
The Gun Club,
Joy Division,
Anakelly,
Isaac Hayes,
Crooked Eye,
Pagans,
Accadde A,
JFA,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jeff Lynne,
Alison Limerick,
Smog,
Skarface,
Crispy Ambulance,
Agent Orange,
Bauhaus,
Fat Boys,
Average White Band,
Kaleidoscope,
Harpers Bizarre,
Icehouse,
Section 25,
New York Dolls,
CMW,
Aswad,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.