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 New Zealand and from Calgary.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Minutemen to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
Stiv Bators,
Zapp,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Human League,
The Evens,
MC5,
The Motions,
Wasted Youth,
The Fire Engines,
Young Marble Giants,
Joy Division,
The Seeds,
Basic Channel,
AZ,
Masters at Work,
Radiohead,
Steve Hackett,
Kerri Chandler,
Arab on Radar,
Yaz,
Eric Dolphy,
Sun City Girls,
Judy Mowatt,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lou Reed,
Radiopuhelimet,
8 Eyed Spy,
Anakelly,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sonny Sharrock,
Heaven 17,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Altered Images,
The Knickerbockers,
Blake Baxter,
Erasure,
Banda Bassotti,
Sällskapet,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Malaria!,
Flash Fearless,
The Doobie Brothers,
Black Pus,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Yellowson,
Ronan,
The Mojo Men,
Minnie Riperton,
Josef K,
Gerry Rafferty,
Organ,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lightning Bolt,
The Skatalites,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Duran Duran,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ralphi Rosario,
Al Stewart,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.