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 Zimbabwe and from Lagos.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Sao Paulo.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the organ 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 Joe Smooth to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
Jesper Dahlback,
Niagra,
Sun City Girls,
A Certain Ratio,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Fuzztones,
Massinfluence,
Urselle,
Vladislav Delay,
Organ,
Black Bananas,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Echospace,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Gories,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Durutti Column,
Grauzone,
The Music Machine,
Crash Course in Science,
Yaz,
Gang Gang Dance,
Quando Quango,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Davy DMX,
Man Parrish,
FM Einheit,
Eli Mardock,
Soul II Soul,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Visage,
Public Enemy,
Ponytail,
Eden Ahbez,
Donald Byrd,
June of 44,
Pagans,
Heaven 17,
Clear Light,
Bauhaus,
Peter & Gordon,
This Heat,
The Stooges,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
John Foxx,
Oneida,
Arcadia,
Electric Prunes,
Motorama,
Harpers Bizarre,
Japan,
Unwound,
Drive Like Jehu,
Con Funk Shun,
Jawbox,
Bobby Sherman,
The Shadows of Knight,
Eurythmics,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.