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 United States and from Tokyo.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Joy Division to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
Monolake,
T. Rex,
Crash Course in Science,
The Black Dice,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sonic Youth,
The Skatalites,
Nils Olav,
Brothers Johnson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Gladiators,
Godley & Creme,
Severed Heads,
DNA,
Masters at Work,
Con Funk Shun,
Deadbeat,
Pere Ubu,
The Walker Brothers,
Radio Birdman,
Icehouse,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ten City,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The United States of America,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rhythm & Sound,
Altered Images,
CMW,
Basic Channel,
Dead Boys,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Prince Buster,
Marine Girls,
The Alarm Clocks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Cecil Taylor,
The Dead C,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Victims,
Quando Quango,
Magazine,
Alice Coltrane,
Joe Smooth,
Moby Grape,
Al Stewart,
New Order,
Young Marble Giants,
Eden Ahbez,
Spandau Ballet,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Modern Lovers,
Peter and Kerry,
David Axelrod,
The Star Department,
Motorama,
Black Bananas,
Drexciya,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.