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 Armenia and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 spring reverb 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
Matthew Halsall,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jacques Brel,
Gerry Rafferty,
Laurel Aitken,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Monochrome Set,
In Retrospect,
Japan,
DJ Style,
Procol Harum,
Bizarre Inc.,
Funkadelic,
World's Most,
Brothers Johnson,
Bush Tetras,
Soulsonic Force,
Kool Moe Dee,
Eden Ahbez,
Harpers Bizarre,
Fatback Band,
Johnny Osbourne,
Malaria!,
Moebius,
Banda Bassotti,
The Cramps,
Sex Pistols,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Real Kids,
EPMD,
Pylon,
Roxette,
the Normal,
Joey Negro,
Todd Terry,
Michelle Simonal,
R.M.O.,
The Raincoats,
Gil Scott Heron,
Infiniti,
Lalann,
The Saints,
The Gories,
Nas,
Accadde A,
Kurtis Blow,
Nico,
Sister Nancy,
Jawbox,
The New Christs,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Red Krayola,
Tears for Fears,
Eric B and Rakim,
Robert Hood,
Sparks,
Ornette Coleman,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Severed Heads,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.