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 Pakistan and from New York.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the rock 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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark 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?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sexual Harrassment,
Eurythmics,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Black Dice,
David Bowie,
La Düsseldorf,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Robert Wyatt,
Theoretical Girls,
Khruangbin,
Vladislav Delay,
Josef K,
Delta 5,
10cc,
The Star Department,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jacob Miller,
Wasted Youth,
Mr. Review,
Second Layer,
Crime,
Stockholm Monsters,
Unrelated Segments,
Pulsallama,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gregory Isaacs,
Connie Case,
Sandy B,
Neil Young,
Fela Kuti,
Al Stewart,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Suicide,
Heaven 17,
The Alarm Clocks,
Archie Shepp,
DJ Sneak,
Oblivians,
The Raincoats,
8 Eyed Spy,
Joe Smooth,
The Beau Brummels,
Mad Mike,
Matthew Bourne,
Blancmange,
The Dirtbombs,
Animal Collective,
Ronnie Foster,
Qualms,
The Slits,
Skaos,
Lou Reed,
Kerri Chandler,
Chris & Cosey,
The Index,
ABC,
Rufus Thomas,
Kas Product,
The J.B.'s,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.