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 the UAE and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 spring reverb 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 Malaria! to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Liliput,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Thompson Twins,
Eric Copeland,
Cecil Taylor,
Flamin' Groovies,
Slick Rick,
Von Mondo,
June of 44,
One Last Wish,
Frankie Knuckles,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Saints,
X-102,
Stetsasonic,
The Dave Clark Five,
La Düsseldorf,
Roxette,
Pagans,
The Tremeloes,
Cymande,
The Fall,
Dennis Brown,
John Lydon,
Zapp,
Rufus Thomas,
Moss Icon,
Grandmaster Flash,
Television Personalities,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Parry Music,
Nation of Ulysses,
Hot Snakes,
Al Stewart,
Animal Collective,
Lou Christie,
The Moleskins,
Joe Finger,
Leonard Cohen,
Harry Pussy,
The Index,
The Standells,
Pere Ubu,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kenny Larkin,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
ABBA,
Massinfluence,
Fugazi,
The Gladiators,
The Mummies,
Joensuu 1685,
The Cowsills,
Easy Going,
Ludus,
Y Pants,
Surgeon,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Funkadelic,
Eli Mardock,
Sparks,
The Motions,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.