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 Panama and from Manila.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 mellotron 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 Icehouse to the punk 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Stereo Dub,
Motorama,
The Searchers,
The Names,
Ten City,
Trumans Water,
Nas,
Black Bananas,
Fluxion,
Das Ding,
Josef K,
Television,
Animal Collective,
Barbara Tucker,
Dead Boys,
Laurel Aitken,
Grandmaster Flash,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Techniques,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gang of Four,
The Gap Band,
Rod Modell,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lakeside,
Jeff Lynne,
The Stooges,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lindisfarne,
The Toasters,
D'Angelo,
Depeche Mode,
Don Cherry,
The Birthday Party,
kango's stein massive,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
the Sonics,
The Real Kids,
Gastr Del Sol,
Skriet,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Selecter,
World's Most,
Gang Gang Dance,
Section 25,
Fugazi,
Soul Sonic Force,
Marmalade,
R.M.O.,
Model 500,
DJ Style,
The Skatalites,
Man Parrish,
Rufus Thomas,
Tubeway Army,
Black Moon,
Marc Almond,
This Heat,
X-102,
Simply Red,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.