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 Barbados and from Lagos.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Scientists to the dance 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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe 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?
Sunsets and Hearts,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sun City Girls,
Cheater Slicks,
Gang Starr,
Altered Images,
Hasil Adkins,
Bizarre Inc.,
This Heat,
Grandmaster Flash,
Yusef Lateef,
Delta 5,
The Black Dice,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Dead Boys,
Ronnie Foster,
Shuggie Otis,
Rites of Spring,
Faust,
Moss Icon,
Erasure,
Rekid,
L. Decosne,
DJ Sneak,
Jeff Lynne,
Morten Harket,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Public Enemy,
Derrick May,
Von Mondo,
The Monochrome Set,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Toasters,
The Sound,
Darondo,
June of 44,
Scion,
Whodini,
Jacques Brel,
Cluster,
Easy Going,
The Durutti Column,
Hoover,
Jeff Mills,
Soul Sonic Force,
Chris Corsano,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ituana,
Iggy Pop,
Aswad,
Con Funk Shun,
MDC,
Gang Green,
Kurtis Blow,
Boz Scaggs,
Althea and Donna,
The Flesh Eaters,
Eric Dolphy,
Maurizio,
Sällskapet,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.