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 Liberia and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 clarinet 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 Pet Shop Boys to the rap 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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
L. Decosne,
F. McDonald,
Rotary Connection,
Groovy Waters,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Laurel Aitken,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Stiv Bators,
June of 44,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Seeds,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Roxette,
Alice Coltrane,
Sun Ra,
The Residents,
Lungfish,
Don Cherry,
Sällskapet,
Rapeman,
Erasure,
Nas,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Buckinghams,
Nico,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Minny Pops,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Harry Pussy,
Anthony Braxton,
Soft Cell,
Silicon Teens,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Janne Schatter,
UT,
Desert Stars,
Warsaw,
Ronan,
Das Ding,
Sex Pistols,
Bronski Beat,
Swell Maps,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kevin Saunderson,
48th St. Collective,
Talk Talk,
Bootsy Collins,
Cybotron,
MDC,
The Busters,
Jacques Brel,
Royal Trux,
New York Dolls,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Japan,
Arthur Verocai,
Young Marble Giants,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.