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 Denmark and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bologna.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Blues Magoos to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
Crispian St. Peters,
Dennis Brown,
Main Source,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
L. Decosne,
Arab on Radar,
Suburban Knight,
Simply Red,
Aural Exciters,
The Music Machine,
The Happenings,
The Birthday Party,
Crooked Eye,
The Toasters,
kango's stein massive,
The Last Poets,
Rufus Thomas,
Althea and Donna,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Country Teasers,
JFA,
Eddi Front,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
This Heat,
Glenn Branca,
Jerry's Kids,
Oblivians,
Soft Machine,
The Divine Comedy,
Stereo Dub,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gang Gang Dance,
Camberwell Now,
Rotary Connection,
Cluster,
The Barracudas,
Boredoms,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Black Bananas,
Accadde A,
Deakin,
Maurizio,
Ludus,
The Alarm Clocks,
Television,
Royal Trux,
Nirvana,
Television Personalities,
Jawbox,
In Retrospect,
The Doors,
The Offenders,
UT,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Little Man,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.