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 Azerbaijan and from Toronto.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 arpeggiator 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 Chris Corsano to the dance 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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
the Fania All-Stars,
Johnny Osbourne,
New Order,
The Motions,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Maleditus Sound,
Jimmy McGriff,
Electric Prunes,
Alphaville,
MDC,
Swell Maps,
Dennis Brown,
Thee Headcoats,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Blues Magoos,
Jandek,
Radio Birdman,
Goldenarms,
Groovy Waters,
Michelle Simonal,
Procol Harum,
Cluster,
Camberwell Now,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Soulsonic Force,
Roxy Music,
Rapeman,
KRS-One,
Can,
John Foxx,
Pagans,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gichy Dan,
Wings,
Big Daddy Kane,
Icehouse,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Blake Baxter,
Lee Hazlewood,
A Certain Ratio,
Animal Collective,
Idris Muhammad,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Danielle Patucci,
Sparks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Das Ding,
Kaleidoscope,
The Moody Blues,
Nik Kershaw,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Neil Young,
Soul II Soul,
The Fire Engines,
Brass Construction,
The Neon Judgement,
Oblivians,
Heaven 17,
The New Christs,
The Residents,
Sun City Girls,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.