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 Brazil 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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sällskapet to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Connie Case,
Lakeside,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Leonard Cohen,
Jacques Brel,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Robert Görl,
Marmalade,
Dave Gahan,
Quando Quango,
Hardrive,
Subhumans,
Eurythmics,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Nik Kershaw,
Heaven 17,
DJ Sneak,
Juan Atkins,
Nils Olav,
Niagra,
The Walker Brothers,
Circle Jerks,
Radiopuhelimet,
Fifty Foot Hose,
MDC,
Bill Near,
Half Japanese,
X-Ray Spex,
Angry Samoans,
Lower 48,
Sällskapet,
KRS-One,
Visage,
The Fuzztones,
The Fugs,
Crooked Eye,
Boredoms,
Altered Images,
Pole,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Oblivians,
Fluxion,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Scientists,
Newcleus,
Todd Rundgren,
Shoche,
Essential Logic,
The Moody Blues,
John Cale,
Delta 5,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Joey Negro,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Stockholm Monsters,
Franke,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.