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 Senegal and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 rhodes 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 T. Rex to the techno 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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
Minnie Riperton,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
L. Decosne,
Radiohead,
Idris Muhammad,
The Divine Comedy,
Harmonia,
Donald Byrd,
Susan Cadogan,
Skarface,
Scott Walker,
The Doors,
Ultimate Spinach,
Fatback Band,
Thee Headcoats,
The Detroit Cobras,
Laurel Aitken,
The Fire Engines,
Inner City,
Subhumans,
Archie Shepp,
Motorama,
Negative Approach,
Jawbox,
Sugar Minott,
Howard Jones,
Lee Hazlewood,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Urselle,
Gil Scott Heron,
MC5,
The Moody Blues,
a-ha,
Delta 5,
Aloha Tigers,
Charles Mingus,
PIL,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Interpol,
Mad Mike,
The Moleskins,
The J.B.'s,
Drive Like Jehu,
MDC,
Toni Rubio,
Max Romeo,
Sun City Girls,
Model 500,
The Doobie Brothers,
The United States of America,
Dawn Penn,
Aaron Thompson,
Supertramp,
Quantec,
Eric Copeland,
H. Thieme,
Technova,
Adolescents,
The Neon Judgement,
Das Ding,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.