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 Tuvalu and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 clarinet 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the electroclash 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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
The Cramps,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Nirvana,
Rakim,
UT,
Wolf Eyes,
Television Personalities,
World's Most,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Neon Judgement,
The Residents,
Rosa Yemen,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Wings,
New Age Steppers,
Joey Negro,
Ultra Naté,
Brand Nubian,
The Raincoats,
Todd Rundgren,
Stereo Dub,
Icehouse,
Electric Prunes,
The Happenings,
10cc,
Swans,
Slick Rick,
Sandy B,
Whodini,
Joensuu 1685,
Circle Jerks,
The Knickerbockers,
Spoonie Gee,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
F. McDonald,
Black Sheep,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Royal Trux,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Soulsonic Force,
Das Ding,
Sarah Menescal,
Chrome,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Grey Daturas,
Livin' Joy,
Byron Stingily,
Excepter,
Kerri Chandler,
Warsaw,
Q and Not U,
X-101,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Flamin' Groovies,
Angry Samoans,
The Gun Club,
Severed Heads,
Easy Going,
JFA,
AZ,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.