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 Morocco and from Lille.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Rufus Thomas to the crunk 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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Adolescents,
Sight & Sound,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Malaria!,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jeff Lynne,
the Normal,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rufus Thomas,
Barrington Levy,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Toni Rubio,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sunsets and Hearts,
H. Thieme,
Moebius,
Radiohead,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Zapp,
Donny Hathaway,
Scion,
The Monochrome Set,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Velvet Underground,
Traffic Nightmare,
Dual Sessions,
Porter Ricks,
T.S.O.L.,
Rapeman,
Letta Mbulu,
Quadrant,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sun Ra,
The Skatalites,
The Fall,
Bush Tetras,
The Gun Club,
Wasted Youth,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Das Ding,
Motorama,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pagans,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Seeds,
the Soft Cell,
Y Pants,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
John Foxx,
The Gories,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Derrick Morgan,
Average White Band,
UT,
Jandek,
Newcleus,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.