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 Switzerland and from Hong Kong.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 harpsichord 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 Adolescents 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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
the Germs,
John Lydon,
Minor Threat,
Gang Green,
Graham Central Station,
The Cramps,
Judy Mowatt,
Soul II Soul,
Prince Buster,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
CMW,
The Human League,
Eli Mardock,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Minutemen,
Royal Trux,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Dave Gahan,
Dark Day,
Suburban Knight,
The J.B.'s,
Rufus Thomas,
The Monks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Arcadia,
Laurel Aitken,
PIL,
Cybotron,
Eric Dolphy,
Country Teasers,
Index,
Silicon Teens,
Sparks,
The Fall,
Gerry Rafferty,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ornette Coleman,
The Blackbyrds,
Moebius,
Ten City,
Donald Byrd,
Desert Stars,
Piero Umiliani,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Knickerbockers,
Outsiders,
The Golliwogs,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jerry's Kids,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Wings,
Can,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jawbox,
Rakim,
The Residents,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Cowsills,
Depeche Mode,
The Birthday Party,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.