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 Azerbaijan and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 chamberlin 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 Stiv Bators to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Birthday Party,
Stockholm Monsters,
Tom Boy,
Easy Going,
Essential Logic,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Morten Harket,
Graham Central Station,
Con Funk Shun,
Mr. Review,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
kango's stein massive,
Sam Rivers,
The Happenings,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lalann,
Excepter,
Jeru the Damaja,
Aaron Thompson,
Kas Product,
Prince Buster,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Country Joe & The Fish,
DJ Sneak,
Matthew Bourne,
Supertramp,
Ohio Players,
Scrapy,
Half Japanese,
Sight & Sound,
Crooked Eye,
Magazine,
Y Pants,
Howard Jones,
This Heat,
The Modern Lovers,
Make Up,
Barry Ungar,
La Düsseldorf,
Glambeats Corp.,
Roy Ayers,
The Associates,
Bauhaus,
Aural Exciters,
Mars,
Young Marble Giants,
The Zeros,
The Kinks,
The Index,
Henry Cow,
Section 25,
cv313,
Funkadelic,
Roxette,
Gichy Dan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bobby Womack,
ABBA,
Cameo,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.