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 South Sudan and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Nation of Ulysses to the funk 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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
The Gories,
Sugar Minott,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The United States of America,
Freddie Wadling,
Bush Tetras,
Jeru the Damaja,
Toni Rubio,
Spandau Ballet,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Flash Fearless,
Lakeside,
Unwound,
John Cale,
X-Ray Spex,
Nirvana,
Pagans,
Matthew Halsall,
The Happenings,
In Retrospect,
Hoover,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gang Green,
Minnie Riperton,
Infiniti,
Slick Rick,
The Moleskins,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Radio Birdman,
Lower 48,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Germs,
the Normal,
Roxy Music,
Kayak,
Aloha Tigers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Warren Ellis,
Massinfluence,
E-Dancer,
Fela Kuti,
Kerri Chandler,
Skaos,
the Association,
Aswad,
The Red Krayola,
Arcadia,
The Count Five,
Agent Orange,
Main Source,
Suburban Knight,
Slave,
Animal Collective,
Jerry's Kids,
Warsaw,
Arab on Radar,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.