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 Swaziland 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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 Underground Resistance to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
Minnie Riperton,
Glenn Branca,
Todd Rundgren,
U.S. Maple,
Bizarre Inc.,
Fear,
June of 44,
The Busters,
New Order,
Kaleidoscope,
Mary Jane Girls,
Audionom,
Brick,
David Axelrod,
F. McDonald,
Qualms,
Alphaville,
L. Decosne,
Simply Red,
Scrapy,
Eric Copeland,
Model 500,
Dead Boys,
Rosa Yemen,
Prince Buster,
Dennis Brown,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bobby Byrd,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jesper Dahlback,
DJ Style,
The Dead C,
Rotary Connection,
Stiv Bators,
Lalann,
Cluster,
Aural Exciters,
Liliput,
Aswad,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
FM Einheit,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lebanon Hanover,
Vainqueur,
Panda Bear,
The Human League,
Mission of Burma,
Delon & Dalcan,
Black Bananas,
The Count Five,
Marc Almond,
Pierre Henry,
Mars,
The Remains,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Saccharine Trust,
Aaron Thompson,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.