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 Guatemala and from New York.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 güiro 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Nico,
R.M.O.,
Man Parrish,
The Sonics,
U.S. Maple,
Ossler,
Gil Scott Heron,
Morten Harket,
Main Source,
Stockholm Monsters,
Loose Ends,
Bob Dylan,
The Raincoats,
Sister Nancy,
Sound Behaviour,
Anthony Braxton,
Lakeside,
Lyres,
Erykah Badu,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
New Order,
The Mummies,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Minutemen,
Spandau Ballet,
Guru Guru,
Grauzone,
Sam Rivers,
Arcadia,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Nation of Ulysses,
Hoover,
Basic Channel,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
the Human League,
Chris & Cosey,
Altered Images,
Magazine,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Flesh Eaters,
Man Eating Sloth,
Hot Snakes,
Faraquet,
Kerrie Biddell,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Dennis Brown,
Con Funk Shun,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jerry's Kids,
JFA,
Lungfish,
Heaven 17,
Sarah Menescal,
Make Up,
The Move,
the Soft Cell,
Eve St. Jones,
Quadrant,
Faust,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.