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 Hungary and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 theremin 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 Birthday Party to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
Monolake,
Aural Exciters,
Wire,
Von Mondo,
Liliput,
Motorama,
Pussy Galore,
The Doors,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Index,
Sexual Harrassment,
a-ha,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Vogues,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rufus Thomas,
Jandek,
The Human League,
PIL,
The Dave Clark Five,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
ABC,
New York Dolls,
The Remains,
Main Source,
The Slackers,
The Skatalites,
Harmonia,
Blake Baxter,
Camberwell Now,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Cowsills,
Das Ding,
John Holt,
Harpers Bizarre,
Icehouse,
The Invisible,
Jeff Lynne,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ponytail,
Accadde A,
Byron Stingily,
In Retrospect,
Radiohead,
Bronski Beat,
Neil Young,
MDC,
Sugar Minott,
Camouflage,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Television,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Evens,
Dead Boys,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Fugs,
Bobby Womack,
Bad Manners,
Oneida,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.