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 Mexico and from Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 arpeggiator 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the electroclash 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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
Ultimate Spinach,
Warsaw,
Ponytail,
Howard Jones,
Black Bananas,
Nik Kershaw,
Brand Nubian,
Swans,
Essential Logic,
Thompson Twins,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
T.S.O.L.,
The Trojans,
Al Stewart,
Lower 48,
Kerrie Biddell,
Johnny Osbourne,
X-101,
Accadde A,
Malaria!,
Amon Düül,
Darondo,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
E-Dancer,
Moby Grape,
Flash Fearless,
Hot Snakes,
the Soft Cell,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Brothers Johnson,
Bang On A Can,
Joe Smooth,
Johnny Clarke,
Jawbox,
New York Dolls,
Eric Copeland,
DNA,
The Wake,
Neu!,
Neil Young,
Cecil Taylor,
Stereo Dub,
John Foxx,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Glenn Branca,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Flesh Eaters,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Steve Hackett,
Derrick Morgan,
kango's stein massive,
The Skatalites,
Depeche Mode,
The Index,
Excepter,
Kurtis Blow,
The Barracudas,
This Heat,
Anakelly,
Guru Guru,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.