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 Slovakia and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sister Nancy to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
Visage,
Tropical Tobacco,
Second Layer,
Ohio Players,
Chrome,
Lakeside,
Ponytail,
Outsiders,
Warren Ellis,
Fluxion,
Max Romeo,
Charles Mingus,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Excepter,
Inner City,
The Golliwogs,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rod Modell,
Skarface,
Eric Copeland,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Mission of Burma,
The Divine Comedy,
Archie Shepp,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Roxette,
Suicide,
Deadbeat,
Bad Manners,
The Cure,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jacob Miller,
Barry Ungar,
PIL,
This Heat,
The Kinks,
Nation of Ulysses,
Young Marble Giants,
Johnny Osbourne,
LL Cool J,
Spandau Ballet,
Lucky Dragons,
Zapp,
Icehouse,
Khruangbin,
Sound Behaviour,
Angry Samoans,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
AZ,
Main Source,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Eden Ahbez,
Roger Hodgson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Star Department,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.