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 Japan and from Hong Kong.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Das Ding to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Brick,
The Knickerbockers,
Scientists,
China Crisis,
Wire,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Cramps,
Radiopuhelimet,
Dead Boys,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rotary Connection,
Qualms,
Japan,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gang Starr,
The Vogues,
Hot Snakes,
Zero Boys,
Warsaw,
Michelle Simonal,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Charles Mingus,
Negative Approach,
Isaac Hayes,
Rapeman,
The Residents,
Little Man,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Stooges,
Alice Coltrane,
Technova,
Byron Stingily,
John Cale,
the Slits,
Lower 48,
Ronnie Foster,
Metal Thangz,
Bill Near,
Motorama,
Anakelly,
Sexual Harrassment,
FM Einheit,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pagans,
Boredoms,
the Sonics,
The Blues Magoos,
Eden Ahbez,
KRS-One,
Mandrill,
Duran Duran,
X-101,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Con Funk Shun,
Aswad,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Mojo Men,
Suicide,
Altered Images, Altered Images, Altered Images, Altered Images.
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.