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 Mozambique and from Portland.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 snare 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 The Associates to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
Clear Light,
Lungfish,
Peter & Gordon,
Anakelly,
Derrick Morgan,
AZ,
Camouflage,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ludus,
The Modern Lovers,
Grauzone,
The Victims,
Tubeway Army,
The Offenders,
The Saints,
Public Image Ltd.,
Quantec,
Hardrive,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Prince Buster,
The Misunderstood,
Nick Fraelich,
Newcleus,
Duran Duran,
Skriet,
Public Enemy,
Basic Channel,
Steve Hackett,
Thee Headcoats,
Warren Ellis,
Ituana,
Rites of Spring,
the Slits,
Sex Pistols,
Tommy Roe,
10cc,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Slits,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
MDC,
Roxy Music,
Fat Boys,
Sonic Youth,
The Tremeloes,
Barbara Tucker,
Drexciya,
Thompson Twins,
Robert Görl,
Can,
The Dirtbombs,
Wire,
The Leaves,
Heaven 17,
James White and The Blacks,
Arthur Verocai,
Khruangbin,
Bauhaus,
Masters at Work,
Lower 48,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.