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 Haiti and from Mexico City.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and London.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
Underground Resistance,
Aloha Tigers,
Gong,
Ken Boothe,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Infiniti,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Porter Ricks,
One Last Wish,
Rotary Connection,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Black Pus,
John Cale,
Charles Mingus,
X-101,
Oblivians,
Maleditus Sound,
Wings,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Robert Hood,
Sällskapet,
The Divine Comedy,
KRS-One,
E-Dancer,
Yazoo,
Accadde A,
Mr. Review,
Radiopuhelimet,
Nas,
The Remains,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Make Up,
the Soft Cell,
Clear Light,
Neu!,
Janne Schatter,
Steve Hackett,
Tropical Tobacco,
Soul II Soul,
The Music Machine,
The Birthday Party,
Davy DMX,
Thompson Twins,
The Golliwogs,
Dual Sessions,
Zapp,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bill Wells,
Frankie Knuckles,
Angry Samoans,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Glenn Branca,
Eve St. Jones,
Moby Grape,
Gichy Dan,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Godley & Creme,
Rhythm & Sound,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.