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 Qatar and from Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 Ten City to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The United States of America. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thee Headcoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Delta 5,
Public Image Ltd.,
Cybotron,
Yazoo,
Kerrie Biddell,
Nik Kershaw,
Dorothy Ashby,
Cymande,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Gap Band,
Cecil Taylor,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Dual Sessions,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Litter,
JFA,
Quando Quango,
Colin Newman,
Peter and Kerry,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Vladislav Delay,
Blake Baxter,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Neon Judgement,
Goldenarms,
AZ,
Symarip,
The Last Poets,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Slackers,
Grey Daturas,
Maleditus Sound,
Shoche,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Scion,
Laurel Aitken,
Junior Murvin,
A Certain Ratio,
Rites of Spring,
Terry Callier,
Whodini,
Monolake,
Con Funk Shun,
E-Dancer,
The Fortunes,
Hashim,
Ten City,
Arab on Radar,
Porter Ricks,
Kayak,
R.M.O.,
Pussy Galore,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Neil Young,
Joyce Sims,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Fort Wilson Riot,
New York Dolls,
Bauhaus,
Matthew Bourne,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.