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 Cuba and from Manila.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Paris.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Bobby Sherman to the punk 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 The United States of America. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
FM Einheit,
Fluxion,
The Young Rascals,
Ralphi Rosario,
Amazonics,
Mary Jane Girls,
Au Pairs,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Detroit Cobras,
Roger Hodgson,
Tres Demented,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Parry Music,
Sandy B,
K-Klass,
Ultravox,
Soft Machine,
PIL,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Music Machine,
ABBA,
Cybotron,
Anakelly,
Infiniti,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jeff Lynne,
Susan Cadogan,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lungfish,
Lower 48,
Rakim,
Organ,
Dorothy Ashby,
Arab on Radar,
Pagans,
Kayak,
Supertramp,
Ponytail,
Fela Kuti,
Sound Behaviour,
Gong,
Unrelated Segments,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Idris Muhammad,
Skarface,
Absolute Body Control,
Kenny Larkin,
Animal Collective,
Blancmange,
Goldenarms,
Pylon,
Erykah Badu,
UT,
Sam Rivers,
Fat Boys,
Bluetip,
The Invisible,
Clear Light,
The Offenders,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.