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 Turkey and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Blackbyrds to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Minutemen,
Blake Baxter,
DJ Sneak,
Bang On A Can,
Mark Hollis,
Piero Umiliani,
Man Eating Sloth,
Easy Going,
Unwound,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Graham Central Station,
Albert Ayler,
The Count Five,
Visage,
The Wake,
The Neon Judgement,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Alarm Clocks,
Country Teasers,
Rod Modell,
The Young Rascals,
Lou Reed,
E-Dancer,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kenny Larkin,
the Association,
T.S.O.L.,
kango's stein massive,
Erasure,
Kayak,
Sam Rivers,
Blossom Toes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Newcleus,
The Stooges,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Quadrant,
Soft Cell,
Barrington Levy,
Darondo,
A Certain Ratio,
The Fortunes,
Urselle,
Crash Course in Science,
Isaac Hayes,
Aswad,
The Human League,
Funky Four + One,
Oblivians,
Prince Buster,
The Red Krayola,
The Grass Roots,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
New Order,
Siglo XX,
Gang Green,
Pet Shop Boys,
Black Pus,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.