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 Syria and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Buzzcocks to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The New Christs,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Sonics,
The Music Machine,
Dorothy Ashby,
Roy Ayers,
The Standells,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Au Pairs,
Harpers Bizarre,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Todd Terry,
Brass Construction,
Gang Gang Dance,
Siglo XX,
FM Einheit,
Malaria!,
B.T. Express,
Glenn Branca,
Animal Collective,
The Fortunes,
The Count Five,
Sound Behaviour,
Judy Mowatt,
Suburban Knight,
Radiopuhelimet,
Wire,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sister Nancy,
Matthew Halsall,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Grass Roots,
Lou Christie,
Dual Sessions,
Ronnie Foster,
Youth Brigade,
PIL,
Pylon,
F. McDonald,
Henry Cow,
Susan Cadogan,
La Düsseldorf,
The Golliwogs,
Yazoo,
Maleditus Sound,
New Order,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Shadows of Knight,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Leaves,
Jeff Lynne,
Sam Rivers,
Negative Approach,
Buzzcocks,
Pagans,
Brand Nubian,
Ludus,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Vogues,
Ponytail,
Sight & Sound,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.