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 Antigua and from Accra.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 linndrum 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the rap 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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
Yaz,
The United States of America,
The Searchers,
Archie Shepp,
Jacob Miller,
Khruangbin,
The Vogues,
Pierre Henry,
Sexual Harrassment,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Leaves,
The Fortunes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Amazonics,
The Grass Roots,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sällskapet,
Masters at Work,
Grandmaster Flash,
Barbara Tucker,
John Coltrane,
New York Dolls,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Selecter,
Royal Trux,
Kerrie Biddell,
Blancmange,
Aswad,
Cymande,
Pet Shop Boys,
Franke,
Visage,
Suicide,
Dorothy Ashby,
Deakin,
Half Japanese,
It's A Beautiful Day,
CMW,
Buzzcocks,
L. Decosne,
Robert Görl,
Eurythmics,
Crooked Eye,
Roxette,
Throbbing Gristle,
Siglo XX,
Davy DMX,
Electric Light Orchestra,
a-ha,
U.S. Maple,
Dawn Penn,
Trumans Water,
Ponytail,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Raincoats,
James White and The Blacks,
K-Klass,
The Slackers,
kango's stein massive,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.