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 Swaziland and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Woodstock.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the 808 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 Seeds to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
The Smoke,
Steve Hackett,
Harmonia,
Mark Hollis,
Pet Shop Boys,
Slave,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sandy B,
Jerry's Kids,
Robert Wyatt,
Trumans Water,
Bang On A Can,
The Beau Brummels,
DNA,
Thee Headcoats,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Vogues,
Soulsonic Force,
Suburban Knight,
Gang Gang Dance,
Shuggie Otis,
The Blues Magoos,
Camberwell Now,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Soft Cell,
China Crisis,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Last Poets,
Little Man,
H. Thieme,
Ponytail,
Dead Boys,
Lee Hazlewood,
Godley & Creme,
Wasted Youth,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Divine Comedy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
John Holt,
Sixth Finger,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Move,
Outsiders,
Amon Düül II,
Monks,
John Cale,
Angry Samoans,
The Velvet Underground,
Slick Rick,
The Residents,
Wire,
Negative Approach,
Spandau Ballet,
Mantronix,
Gong,
Dennis Brown,
Tears for Fears,
Sugar Minott,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.