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 Moldova and from Copenhagen.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 arpeggiator 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 The Vogues 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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
Japan,
The Toasters,
The Selecter,
David Bowie,
Dennis Brown,
Tubeway Army,
Pantaleimon,
The Young Rascals,
Robert Görl,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Thee Headcoats,
ABBA,
Steve Hackett,
Ken Boothe,
Letta Mbulu,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sparks,
The Standells,
The Associates,
Reagan Youth,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Birthday Party,
Grauzone,
Niagra,
The Black Dice,
The Barracudas,
The Real Kids,
Aloha Tigers,
Deakin,
The Neon Judgement,
Davy DMX,
The Blackbyrds,
John Lydon,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Agitation Free,
Mandrill,
Mark Hollis,
Dawn Penn,
Funky Four + One,
Rosa Yemen,
John Coltrane,
The Doors,
The Techniques,
Throbbing Gristle,
Eric Copeland,
Jeru the Damaja,
Nico,
Swell Maps,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Dual Sessions,
Kool Moe Dee,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jimmy McGriff,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gong,
Babytalk,
Pylon,
Prince Buster,
Moebius,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Fire Engines,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.