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 Jordan and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 spring reverb 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 Zapp to the crunk 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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
The Mojo Men,
JFA,
Sugar Minott,
Inner City,
Monks,
Junior Murvin,
Reagan Youth,
The Last Poets,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Knickerbockers,
Animal Collective,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Camberwell Now,
Kayak,
Infiniti,
Drexciya,
The Moleskins,
The Vogues,
The Associates,
Zero Boys,
Adolescents,
Soft Cell,
Don Cherry,
David McCallum,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Gun Club,
Scott Walker,
Black Moon,
Unrelated Segments,
John Foxx,
L. Decosne,
Pantaleimon,
Stereo Dub,
New Order,
Judy Mowatt,
Dave Gahan,
Sarah Menescal,
Soulsonic Force,
Jeff Mills,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gabor Szabo,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Magazine,
Eve St. Jones,
Minutemen,
Kevin Saunderson,
the Association,
Wasted Youth,
Boz Scaggs,
Swell Maps,
Silicon Teens,
The Sonics,
The Dave Clark Five,
Livin' Joy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Tommy Roe,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.