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 Belize and from Philadelphia.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Calgary.
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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Pole to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
The Cowsills,
Black Sheep,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Echospace,
This Heat,
Albert Ayler,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jeff Lynne,
Tomorrow,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gang of Four,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Real Kids,
Idris Muhammad,
The Smiths,
Gastr Del Sol,
Vladislav Delay,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Quando Quango,
Pierre Henry,
Sister Nancy,
The Red Krayola,
Silicon Teens,
David McCallum,
Sugar Minott,
The Five Americans,
Porter Ricks,
Au Pairs,
Pagans,
Colin Newman,
Unrelated Segments,
Soft Cell,
Rotary Connection,
Icehouse,
Fat Boys,
Camberwell Now,
Fugazi,
Faraquet,
Public Enemy,
CMW,
Crash Course in Science,
Lungfish,
Yusef Lateef,
Throbbing Gristle,
PIL,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Black Dice,
the Human League,
Chris & Cosey,
Black Pus,
Alison Limerick,
10cc,
Barry Ungar,
Aswad,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Second Layer,
Deepchord,
Lakeside,
E-Dancer,
Suicide,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.