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 Spokane.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Houston.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the guitar 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 Heaven 17 to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
The Electric Prunes,
ABC,
Eurythmics,
The Beau Brummels,
The Invisible,
Drive Like Jehu,
T. Rex,
the Swans,
Television Personalities,
Cecil Taylor,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Glambeats Corp.,
LL Cool J,
Young Marble Giants,
Spandau Ballet,
Bob Dylan,
The Gories,
Quantec,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Faraquet,
Arcadia,
Neu!,
Das Ding,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Donny Hathaway,
The Stooges,
Leonard Cohen,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Country Teasers,
Marc Almond,
Porter Ricks,
Von Mondo,
Aural Exciters,
Nas,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
John Holt,
The Cowsills,
Erasure,
KRS-One,
Masters at Work,
Radio Birdman,
MC5,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Count Five,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Surgeon,
Faust,
Carl Craig,
Skriet,
Goldenarms,
John Lydon,
Minutemen,
Little Man,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Moleskins,
Vainqueur,
Los Fastidios,
Mo-Dettes,
Silicon Teens,
Soul II Soul,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.