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 Gambia and from Beijing.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
The Martian,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sound Behaviour,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ponytail,
MDC,
DJ Sneak,
Black Sheep,
Ohio Players,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Gun Club,
Average White Band,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Wings,
Althea and Donna,
Ultimate Spinach,
Camouflage,
Derrick May,
Alison Limerick,
Nick Fraelich,
Qualms,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Model 500,
Q65,
Leonard Cohen,
Massinfluence,
Quadrant,
The Young Rascals,
Nils Olav,
The Moody Blues,
Desert Stars,
Blake Baxter,
James White and The Blacks,
a-ha,
Peter & Gordon,
The J.B.'s,
John Cale,
The Leaves,
Grauzone,
Ronnie Foster,
Saccharine Trust,
DJ Style,
Delta 5,
Lakeside,
The Walker Brothers,
The Pop Group,
Popol Vuh,
Donald Byrd,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Morten Harket,
Robert Hood,
Gichy Dan,
Stereo Dub,
Bill Wells,
Franke,
kango's stein massive,
Eve St. Jones,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.