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 Monaco and from Beijing.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Freddie Wadling to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Star Department. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
Jawbox,
The Shadows of Knight,
Slave,
MC5,
Crash Course in Science,
Donald Byrd,
The J.B.'s,
Essential Logic,
Blancmange,
Babytalk,
10cc,
H. Thieme,
Oneida,
Swell Maps,
Drexciya,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Marmalade,
Derrick Morgan,
Sex Pistols,
Heaven 17,
The Monks,
Janne Schatter,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Blossom Toes,
Letta Mbulu,
Camberwell Now,
Hasil Adkins,
Mo-Dettes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Half Japanese,
The Misunderstood,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Piero Umiliani,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The United States of America,
It's A Beautiful Day,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bootsy Collins,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
One Last Wish,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ponytail,
Brick,
Unrelated Segments,
Kaleidoscope,
Wolf Eyes,
Lyres,
Altered Images,
Soft Cell,
La Düsseldorf,
Davy DMX,
The Barracudas,
AZ,
Maleditus Sound,
T. Rex,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.