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 Kosovo and from Taipei.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Slits,
Dorothy Ashby,
Groovy Waters,
T.S.O.L.,
The Fortunes,
Marine Girls,
The Birthday Party,
Eddi Front,
Eurythmics,
Spandau Ballet,
Negative Approach,
Johnny Clarke,
Sparks,
Grandmaster Flash,
Donald Byrd,
The Skatalites,
Newcleus,
Procol Harum,
Moebius,
Lou Christie,
The Smiths,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Mandrill,
Pussy Galore,
Lou Reed,
the Germs,
Sunsets and Hearts,
These Immortal Souls,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Half Japanese,
Ralphi Rosario,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Buckinghams,
Fat Boys,
Deepchord,
Lower 48,
June of 44,
Kas Product,
Quantec,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Durutti Column,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Radiopuhelimet,
Nik Kershaw,
Gang Starr,
Robert Görl,
Funky Four + One,
Sight & Sound,
The Red Krayola,
Bobby Byrd,
David Axelrod,
ABC,
Shoche,
Bronski Beat,
Drexciya,
Kurtis Blow,
The Music Machine,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
EPMD,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.