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 South and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lille.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Khruangbin to the dance 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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Nico,
Jerry's Kids,
Dawn Penn,
Supertramp,
David Axelrod,
Ituana,
Gabor Szabo,
Eric Copeland,
Pole,
Eddi Front,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kaleidoscope,
Lower 48,
Ludus,
Heaven 17,
Amon Düül,
The Doors,
The Gladiators,
Barclay James Harvest,
Isaac Hayes,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Mr. Review,
The Searchers,
The Electric Prunes,
Nick Fraelich,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
L. Decosne,
Black Flag,
Brothers Johnson,
Harmonia,
Donny Hathaway,
Jeff Lynne,
Tommy Roe,
Hasil Adkins,
Ten City,
Dennis Brown,
Circle Jerks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Germs,
Lee Hazlewood,
Hoover,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
F. McDonald,
Newcleus,
Kurtis Blow,
Babytalk,
Donald Byrd,
Matthew Halsall,
The Blackbyrds,
La Düsseldorf,
New Age Steppers,
Ossler,
The Gap Band,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Modern Lovers,
Soul II Soul,
Soft Cell,
Smog,
Bill Near,
Ken Boothe,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.