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 Sweden and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Motorama to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
The Slackers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Cameo,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
a-ha,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
X-102,
MC5,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bluetip,
Harmonia,
B.T. Express,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jeff Lynne,
World's Most,
Joe Finger,
The Monochrome Set,
Suicide,
Laurel Aitken,
The Associates,
June Days,
The Blackbyrds,
Sex Pistols,
Althea and Donna,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Offenders,
The Cramps,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Saints,
Sparks,
Derrick Morgan,
Crooked Eye,
The Angels of Light,
Jawbox,
CMW,
Youth Brigade,
Scott Walker,
U.S. Maple,
Sonic Youth,
DJ Style,
Soft Machine,
Gang Starr,
Yellowson,
Lee Hazlewood,
R.M.O.,
Connie Case,
Black Bananas,
Soulsonic Force,
Ponytail,
Gang Gang Dance,
The New Christs,
The Seeds,
The Knickerbockers,
Model 500,
Scrapy,
Stereo Dub,
Toni Rubio,
Marmalade,
Maleditus Sound,
Index,
Franke,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.