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 Kosovo and from Mexico City.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 B.T. Express to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Robert Hood,
Carl Craig,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
New Order,
Negative Approach,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jacob Miller,
Beasts of Bourbon,
FM Einheit,
Crooked Eye,
Moby Grape,
Pere Ubu,
a-ha,
Mark Hollis,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gang of Four,
The Barracudas,
Scientists,
The Martian,
Dave Gahan,
Reagan Youth,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Yaz,
Q65,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Busters,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Basic Channel,
Icehouse,
Index,
Mary Jane Girls,
Minutemen,
The Motions,
Sound Behaviour,
Bronski Beat,
Slave,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Underground Resistance,
Fatback Band,
Brass Construction,
Eddi Front,
The Grass Roots,
Yazoo,
Talk Talk,
Althea and Donna,
Gastr Del Sol,
Joe Finger,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sun City Girls,
ABC,
Scott Walker,
Jeff Lynne,
Outsiders,
Spandau Ballet,
The Litter,
The Doors,
the Swans,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.