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 Iran and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 theremin 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 Joey Negro to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
U.S. Maple,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ten City,
Bang On A Can,
Judy Mowatt,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gang Starr,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ossler,
Schoolly D,
John Holt,
Agitation Free,
Icehouse,
Eddi Front,
Lyres,
Mr. Review,
Josef K,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Slits,
Harry Pussy,
Circle Jerks,
Mary Jane Girls,
ABC,
Tres Demented,
Deepchord,
Black Moon,
Loose Ends,
Mantronix,
Grey Daturas,
Pharoah Sanders,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Quando Quango,
Qualms,
World's Most,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Parry Music,
The Real Kids,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Radio Birdman,
Man Parrish,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Talk Talk,
Thee Headcoats,
Technova,
The Neon Judgement,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Smoke,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Soft Cell,
Godley & Creme,
Bauhaus,
Nas,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kenny Larkin,
The Wake,
Silicon Teens,
Outsiders,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.