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 Philippines and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 clarinet 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 The Fugs to the electroclash 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 The Monks. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Radio Birdman,
Howard Jones,
Terrestrial Tones,
Robert Hood,
Livin' Joy,
Ten City,
Oneida,
Radiopuhelimet,
Theoretical Girls,
Suburban Knight,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Nik Kershaw,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Junior Murvin,
OOIOO,
Motorama,
Deepchord,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sun City Girls,
Black Sheep,
Gong,
Liliput,
David Axelrod,
The Neon Judgement,
Procol Harum,
The Modern Lovers,
The Moleskins,
Loose Ends,
Marcia Griffiths,
Metal Thangz,
Ohio Players,
Ultravox,
The Dirtbombs,
Eric Dolphy,
Soul II Soul,
Altered Images,
Barry Ungar,
the Soft Cell,
The Gories,
Sight & Sound,
the Normal,
Eurythmics,
Rufus Thomas,
The Cowsills,
Harpers Bizarre,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Monolake,
Janne Schatter,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Victims,
The Slackers,
Throbbing Gristle,
Arab on Radar,
Nils Olav,
Kerrie Biddell,
Magazine,
New Order,
Agent Orange,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.