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 Yemen and from Milan.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the electroclash 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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
Ronan,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Hoover,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sonic Youth,
MC5,
Thee Headcoats,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Techniques,
Yazoo,
Juan Atkins,
Babytalk,
Brass Construction,
Man Eating Sloth,
Josef K,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Raincoats,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Michelle Simonal,
the Slits,
The Count Five,
The Dead C,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Andrew Hill,
Slave,
The Seeds,
Ultimate Spinach,
Cameo,
Avey Tare,
New Order,
Half Japanese,
Gichy Dan,
Can,
Marc Almond,
Ultra Naté,
Scott Walker,
Mandrill,
Loose Ends,
Massinfluence,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Fire Engines,
Tubeway Army,
The Tremeloes,
the Sonics,
Delon & Dalcan,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jerry's Kids,
Todd Rundgren,
Neu!,
Nils Olav,
DNA,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
New York Dolls,
Brothers Johnson,
The Residents,
the Soft Cell,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Main Source,
R.M.O.,
Mark Hollis,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.