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 Canada and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the marimba 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Bobby Womack,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ralphi Rosario,
Echospace,
The Associates,
Sex Pistols,
Alice Coltrane,
Kenny Larkin,
Crispian St. Peters,
David McCallum,
Eve St. Jones,
Half Japanese,
Ronnie Foster,
The Fugs,
Anthony Braxton,
The Alarm Clocks,
Reagan Youth,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ludus,
Symarip,
Rakim,
Reuben Wilson,
Sällskapet,
John Foxx,
Funky Four + One,
Qualms,
Quadrant,
New York Dolls,
Youth Brigade,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Man Parrish,
Q65,
Joensuu 1685,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Quando Quango,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Joyce Sims,
The Monks,
Tommy Roe,
CMW,
The Raincoats,
Flamin' Groovies,
David Axelrod,
Peter and Kerry,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Scratch Acid,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Dirtbombs,
The Seeds,
Camouflage,
Technova,
Wally Richardson,
Minny Pops,
Morten Harket,
The Red Krayola,
Gil Scott Heron,
Mary Jane Girls,
Theoretical Girls,
The Index,
Kerri Chandler,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.