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 Tonga and from Seoul.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Matthew Halsall to the punk 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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vaughan Mason & Crew record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
The Move,
The Happenings,
The Buckinghams,
Gabor Szabo,
Das Ding,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Essential Logic,
Organ,
Maleditus Sound,
Blake Baxter,
Lou Reed,
World's Most,
Depeche Mode,
Quadrant,
Q65,
K-Klass,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Tremeloes,
Roger Hodgson,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Tom Boy,
Dual Sessions,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Arab on Radar,
Idris Muhammad,
Royal Trux,
Adolescents,
Bill Near,
The Dirtbombs,
Aswad,
Kaleidoscope,
Charles Mingus,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rekid,
The Offenders,
Spandau Ballet,
Bobby Womack,
Agent Orange,
MDC,
Sonic Youth,
Simply Red,
Alison Limerick,
Eden Ahbez,
Big Daddy Kane,
Grey Daturas,
Siglo XX,
Alice Coltrane,
Masters at Work,
Yaz,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Juan Atkins,
Leonard Cohen,
Cameo,
the Association,
Bill Wells,
Swell Maps,
Darondo,
Shoche,
10cc,
cv313,
Camouflage,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.