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 Turkmenistan and from Halifax.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Joensuu 1685 to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
The Zeros,
Mars,
China Crisis,
Monks,
Jacob Miller,
The Durutti Column,
Absolute Body Control,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Slave,
John Holt,
Buzzcocks,
Al Stewart,
Heaven 17,
Wire,
Barbara Tucker,
Gang Starr,
Traffic Nightmare,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Evens,
June Days,
Eric B and Rakim,
Metal Thangz,
Ohio Players,
David McCallum,
Bush Tetras,
Morten Harket,
FM Einheit,
Simply Red,
Trumans Water,
Second Layer,
The Velvet Underground,
Jesper Dahlback,
kango's stein massive,
Scan 7,
Sandy B,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Blues Magoos,
New York Dolls,
The Dirtbombs,
Liliput,
Hashim,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Victims,
Todd Terry,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Slackers,
Laurel Aitken,
CMW,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Reuben Wilson,
Harmonia,
Negative Approach,
The Star Department,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pierre Henry,
The Grass Roots,
Soft Cell,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.