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 Ireland and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Swell Maps to the rap 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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Suburban Knight,
Bad Manners,
Laurel Aitken,
The Zeros,
Section 25,
Barbara Tucker,
Jeff Mills,
Amazonics,
Marc Almond,
Carl Craig,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Erasure,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bobby Womack,
The Red Krayola,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kerri Chandler,
Aloha Tigers,
Minny Pops,
The Modern Lovers,
MC5,
Jerry's Kids,
The Doors,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Skatalites,
Unrelated Segments,
This Heat,
X-102,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Dark Day,
Bob Dylan,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Blues Magoos,
Barclay James Harvest,
Steve Hackett,
The Slackers,
Gerry Rafferty,
Deadbeat,
The Trojans,
The Neon Judgement,
Bauhaus,
Byron Stingily,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Fat Boys,
Newcleus,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Masters at Work,
Cybotron,
Roy Ayers,
Sparks,
Television Personalities,
Kevin Saunderson,
Essential Logic,
Agitation Free,
Nik Kershaw,
Ohio Players,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Fortunes,
Radio Birdman,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.