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 Albania and from Lagos.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Holger Czukay 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 Mark Hollis to the punk 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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
Eddi Front,
Public Image Ltd.,
Cybotron,
Joe Smooth,
Nils Olav,
Black Sheep,
K-Klass,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Matthew Bourne,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pagans,
John Foxx,
Make Up,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Fortunes,
Dead Boys,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pulsallama,
Amazonics,
Marvin Gaye,
Monks,
Deadbeat,
The Beau Brummels,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Buzzcocks,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Throbbing Gristle,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Joe Finger,
The J.B.'s,
Erykah Badu,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Robert Hood,
Gastr Del Sol,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pere Ubu,
MC5,
Vainqueur,
Suicide,
The Fugs,
Motorama,
Warsaw,
Man Parrish,
Hasil Adkins,
Crash Course in Science,
Lungfish,
Erasure,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Young Rascals,
Black Moon,
The Knickerbockers,
The Dead C,
Scion,
Qualms,
Lightning Bolt,
Quadrant,
Hot Snakes,
Kurtis Blow,
Robert Wyatt,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Juan Atkins,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.