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 Andorra and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Harmonia 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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
Country Teasers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Amon Düül II,
Bizarre Inc.,
Schoolly D,
Cameo,
Minor Threat,
Sparks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Boredoms,
the Fania All-Stars,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Nas,
Desert Stars,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Henry Cow,
John Holt,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Qualms,
Organ,
Brick,
Das Ding,
The Misunderstood,
10cc,
Theoretical Girls,
Bobby Byrd,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Grey Daturas,
Camberwell Now,
X-Ray Spex,
David McCallum,
The Sonics,
The Cramps,
Cybotron,
Frankie Knuckles,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ultra Naté,
Matthew Bourne,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Interpol,
Stiv Bators,
OOIOO,
The Mojo Men,
JFA,
Audionom,
Model 500,
The Residents,
Pole,
Icehouse,
Urselle,
Juan Atkins,
Mark Hollis,
Aaron Thompson,
MDC,
Smog,
Trumans Water,
Hoover,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Knickerbockers,
Ludus,
the Germs,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.