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 East Timor and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 synthesizer 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 Hasil Adkins to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Fugs. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Easy Going,
Icehouse,
Cal Tjader,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Groovy Waters,
The United States of America,
X-102,
Amon Düül,
Masters at Work,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
the Bar-Kays,
Harmonia,
X-101,
Scrapy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Zapp,
Max Romeo,
Andrew Hill,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sandy B,
Liliput,
Nick Fraelich,
Don Cherry,
A Flock of Seagulls,
kango's stein massive,
Gang Green,
John Cale,
Scion,
Roger Hodgson,
Blake Baxter,
Curtis Mayfield,
Minutemen,
Lucky Dragons,
Jesper Dahlback,
Crispy Ambulance,
Interpol,
Moss Icon,
Nils Olav,
the Germs,
Cameo,
Dead Boys,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Gladiators,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Section 25,
The Human League,
The Doors,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Byron Stingily,
LL Cool J,
Sight & Sound,
Robert Görl,
The Cowsills,
Ralphi Rosario,
Agitation Free,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Deakin,
Eurythmics,
Schoolly D,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.