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 Korea North and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gastr Del Sol to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 New Christs. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bad Manners,
X-Ray Spex,
The Searchers,
Sound Behaviour,
Sugar Minott,
Shuggie Otis,
Howard Jones,
Electric Prunes,
Ultravox,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Remains,
the Swans,
Sparks,
Byron Stingily,
Robert Görl,
Accadde A,
Marshall Jefferson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lindisfarne,
Scan 7,
Deakin,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Joe Smooth,
Stereo Dub,
Janne Schatter,
The Knickerbockers,
Tres Demented,
Bush Tetras,
The Fugs,
Von Mondo,
Avey Tare,
These Immortal Souls,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Young Rascals,
New Age Steppers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Eli Mardock,
Easy Going,
Skriet,
Curtis Mayfield,
Harmonia,
Gerry Rafferty,
the Human League,
Massinfluence,
Oblivians,
Pussy Galore,
Thee Headcoats,
Rotary Connection,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Steve Hackett,
Kool Moe Dee,
Quantec,
Ken Boothe,
Drive Like Jehu,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Eric Dolphy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.