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 Morocco and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 synthesizer 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 Suicide to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
These Immortal Souls,
Rod Modell,
David McCallum,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sex Pistols,
The Raincoats,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Wally Richardson,
Television,
Iggy Pop,
Barbara Tucker,
The Victims,
Gabor Szabo,
Frankie Knuckles,
Banda Bassotti,
Gang of Four,
Robert Görl,
Severed Heads,
Icehouse,
Patti Smith,
Clear Light,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Guru Guru,
the Swans,
John Cale,
Gang Starr,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bad Manners,
Kenny Larkin,
Jimmy McGriff,
Reagan Youth,
Deadbeat,
X-102,
Amazonics,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Brass Construction,
Fugazi,
New Age Steppers,
Funky Four + One,
Electric Prunes,
Flash Fearless,
FM Einheit,
Bill Near,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sight & Sound,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Erasure,
48th St. Collective,
Popol Vuh,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Simply Red,
Marcia Griffiths,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Japan,
Flipper,
Alphaville,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.