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 Belgium and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Mexico City.
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 arpeggiator 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 Crash Course in Science to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
Frankie Knuckles,
Howard Jones,
DJ Sneak,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Minny Pops,
Joensuu 1685,
Inner City,
Johnny Clarke,
Arcadia,
Nation of Ulysses,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lyres,
EPMD,
Talk Talk,
The Neon Judgement,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Invisible,
Roxy Music,
Ludus,
Clear Light,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Golliwogs,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Litter,
Rakim,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
LL Cool J,
Hasil Adkins,
Sister Nancy,
The New Christs,
Marcia Griffiths,
Scott Walker,
Blossom Toes,
The Moleskins,
Icehouse,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Count Five,
Siglo XX,
Idris Muhammad,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Detroit Cobras,
Dual Sessions,
Oblivians,
PIL,
Simply Red,
Dead Boys,
Mantronix,
Man Eating Sloth,
Warren Ellis,
The Index,
Barrington Levy,
Scrapy,
Soft Cell,
Boogie Down Productions,
Organ,
Animal Collective,
Brick,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Nils Olav,
Second Layer,
The Black Dice,
the Germs,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.