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 Oman and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 snare 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 Grey Daturas to the disco 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 Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
Soul Sonic Force,
Chris Corsano,
Interpol,
Bang On A Can,
Janne Schatter,
Tears for Fears,
The Knickerbockers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Germs,
The Seeds,
La Düsseldorf,
Stereo Dub,
the Soft Cell,
Oblivians,
Gong,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Minnie Riperton,
UT,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Matthew Halsall,
the Sonics,
The Evens,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Human League,
The Star Department,
Radiopuhelimet,
X-101,
Spandau Ballet,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
10cc,
Graham Central Station,
Average White Band,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jerry Gold Smith,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The United States of America,
The Divine Comedy,
Dark Day,
Curtis Mayfield,
Quantec,
Johnny Clarke,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Erykah Badu,
The Moody Blues,
Qualms,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gichy Dan,
Maleditus Sound,
Urselle,
Byron Stingily,
Mission of Burma,
The Residents,
Dead Boys,
Nick Fraelich,
Mantronix,
Grandmaster Flash,
X-102,
The Modern Lovers,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.