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 Angola and from Johannesburg.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 synthesizer 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 Unrelated Segments to the rock 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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Parry Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
Sister Nancy,
Radio Birdman,
The Tremeloes,
Pere Ubu,
Khruangbin,
Robert Görl,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sandy B,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Buzzcocks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Godley & Creme,
Harpers Bizarre,
Nirvana,
Heaven 17,
Soft Machine,
The Modern Lovers,
Infiniti,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Normal,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
June of 44,
The Pretty Things,
Pantytec,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Stetsasonic,
The Litter,
Yusef Lateef,
Bobby Sherman,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Liliput,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Main Source,
Deakin,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Dawn Penn,
DNA,
The Cramps,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gastr Del Sol,
Thompson Twins,
Junior Murvin,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Cheater Slicks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Remains,
The Wake,
Joey Negro,
Electric Light Orchestra,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Busters,
Surgeon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Juan Atkins,
Josef K,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
cv313,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.