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 Israel and from London.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 OOIOO to the crunk 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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
Average White Band,
The Five Americans,
Visage,
Stiv Bators,
Talk Talk,
Ice-T,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Easy Going,
48th St. Collective,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Camberwell Now,
Robert Hood,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Man Eating Sloth,
Glenn Branca,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Maurizio,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Nick Fraelich,
Khruangbin,
Flash Fearless,
The Smoke,
Aloha Tigers,
Unrelated Segments,
Amon Düül II,
Skaos,
Rakim,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Victims,
The Happenings,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Golliwogs,
Simply Red,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jeff Mills,
Drive Like Jehu,
Reagan Youth,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Swans,
Roger Hodgson,
Pole,
Freddie Wadling,
Country Teasers,
Godley & Creme,
The Gladiators,
Warren Ellis,
Ponytail,
the Soft Cell,
Sex Pistols,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Half Japanese,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Surgeon,
Pet Shop Boys,
Livin' Joy,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pierre Henry,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.