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 Equatorial Guinea and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 oboe 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 John Cale to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
Bush Tetras,
Grandmaster Flash,
Wally Richardson,
Bill Near,
The Moleskins,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lyres,
Roxy Music,
The Gun Club,
Tom Boy,
Max Romeo,
Isaac Hayes,
Eric Copeland,
Scott Walker,
Zero Boys,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kaleidoscope,
Agitation Free,
The Toasters,
Essential Logic,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Beau Brummels,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Althea and Donna,
Television Personalities,
Girls At Our Best!,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Wire,
Technova,
Lou Reed,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Pretty Things,
Connie Case,
John Foxx,
Ultravox,
Surgeon,
A Certain Ratio,
Black Moon,
Dave Gahan,
Smog,
Motorama,
Minnie Riperton,
Mark Hollis,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Walker Brothers,
Jawbox,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Howard Jones,
Bauhaus,
Franke,
48th St. Collective,
Suicide,
Zapp,
Arcadia,
Skaos,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.