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 Israel and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 oboe 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
Ultimate Spinach,
Mr. Review,
Scratch Acid,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Oblivians,
Marc Almond,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Trojans,
Roxette,
Clear Light,
The Mummies,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Barracudas,
Amon Düül II,
The United States of America,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Whodini,
The Mojo Men,
Bluetip,
Underground Resistance,
H. Thieme,
Kayak,
Marvin Gaye,
Fugazi,
Niagra,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Monochrome Set,
Derrick Morgan,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Absolute Body Control,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lou Christie,
The Slackers,
Tears for Fears,
Gang Green,
The Buckinghams,
PIL,
Buzzcocks,
New York Dolls,
Michelle Simonal,
Chris Corsano,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sex Pistols,
Lucky Dragons,
The Searchers,
Groovy Waters,
The Count Five,
Lakeside,
Barbara Tucker,
F. McDonald,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Nils Olav,
The Divine Comedy,
The Techniques,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Johnny Clarke,
The Beau Brummels,
Pole,
Brothers Johnson,
Scion,
Kurtis Blow,
FM Einheit,
The Fortunes,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.