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 Cuba and from Sao Paulo.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 chamberlin 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the jazz 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 Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Count Five,
Spandau Ballet,
Todd Terry,
Negative Approach,
Silicon Teens,
Eric Copeland,
Lyres,
Adolescents,
The Sound,
Derrick Morgan,
Whodini,
Deakin,
The Moleskins,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
K-Klass,
Rotary Connection,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Don Cherry,
Boz Scaggs,
Average White Band,
Barclay James Harvest,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Soulsonic Force,
X-Ray Spex,
Hashim,
Ludus,
Alison Limerick,
Wasted Youth,
The Leaves,
LL Cool J,
48th St. Collective,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Masters at Work,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Mojo Men,
One Last Wish,
The United States of America,
Dark Day,
Newcleus,
Echospace,
Siglo XX,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Walker Brothers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Cybotron,
Angry Samoans,
Ronnie Foster,
Arcadia,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Remains,
China Crisis,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Cameo,
Harmonia,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.