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 Benin and from Lyon.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Marshall Jefferson to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
Marc Almond,
Marine Girls,
The Buckinghams,
Basic Channel,
Ice-T,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Birthday Party,
Pulsallama,
Dave Gahan,
Sugar Minott,
Aloha Tigers,
Make Up,
Accadde A,
Gerry Rafferty,
ABBA,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Amon Düül,
Ronnie Foster,
Blancmange,
Joensuu 1685,
The Detroit Cobras,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Funky Four + One,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Nation of Ulysses,
Unrelated Segments,
Soft Cell,
Organ,
Arab on Radar,
Todd Terry,
Tropical Tobacco,
Public Enemy,
the Sonics,
Kaleidoscope,
The Gladiators,
kango's stein massive,
Donny Hathaway,
Masters at Work,
The Moody Blues,
Aaron Thompson,
Spandau Ballet,
Prince Buster,
Glambeats Corp.,
Joyce Sims,
FM Einheit,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gang Starr,
Au Pairs,
Mantronix,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Grey Daturas,
Flamin' Groovies,
Mars,
Zero Boys,
Hoover,
Hashim,
David McCallum,
K-Klass,
Scrapy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.