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 Delhi.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Mary Jane Girls to the jazz 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
U.S. Maple,
Panda Bear,
Joensuu 1685,
Interpol,
The Index,
Rod Modell,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Slackers,
Supertramp,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sandy B,
Suicide,
DNA,
Ten City,
Barbara Tucker,
Liliput,
Lou Christie,
Average White Band,
Graham Central Station,
Scan 7,
Angry Samoans,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Fluxion,
The Names,
Matthew Halsall,
Swans,
the Bar-Kays,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Eddi Front,
The Wake,
Jacques Brel,
Roger Hodgson,
Dead Boys,
Section 25,
The Moleskins,
Isaac Hayes,
The American Breed,
Model 500,
Minnie Riperton,
Kas Product,
Jeff Mills,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Television Personalities,
The Beau Brummels,
Bauhaus,
Subhumans,
Skaos,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
X-102,
Kevin Saunderson,
FM Einheit,
New York Dolls,
The Mummies,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Johnny Clarke,
Easy Going,
Albert Ayler,
Barrington Levy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jesper Dahlback,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.