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 Turkey and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the 808 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 Barry Ungar to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 the Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Justin Hinds & The Dominoes 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?
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Slits,
Cal Tjader,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rapeman,
Peter & Gordon,
Scientists,
Colin Newman,
Kerrie Biddell,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Das Ding,
8 Eyed Spy,
Youth Brigade,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pet Shop Boys,
Crooked Eye,
K-Klass,
Dawn Penn,
Drexciya,
Godley & Creme,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Flash Fearless,
MC5,
New Age Steppers,
The Cure,
Sun Ra,
Liliput,
Quantec,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Avey Tare,
Lou Christie,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Roger Hodgson,
Kaleidoscope,
The Black Dice,
Excepter,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Procol Harum,
Von Mondo,
Malaria!,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Divine Comedy,
Kenny Larkin,
Jerry's Kids,
Angry Samoans,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Eric Copeland,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ohio Players,
Eddi Front,
The Sonics,
Arcadia,
U.S. Maple,
The Cowsills,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ultimate Spinach,
X-101,
R.M.O.,
the Human League,
Max Romeo,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.