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 Cyprus and from Glasgow.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Gladiators to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
Brothers Johnson,
Fela Kuti,
Theoretical Girls,
Kas Product,
Dawn Penn,
The Raincoats,
Buzzcocks,
John Cale,
The Litter,
Robert Wyatt,
The Real Kids,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Symarip,
Glambeats Corp.,
Amon Düül II,
Matthew Halsall,
Dual Sessions,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Banda Bassotti,
The Grass Roots,
Man Parrish,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Fatback Band,
Darondo,
Heaven 17,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Marine Girls,
Roy Ayers,
Kurtis Blow,
Camouflage,
Average White Band,
Lalo Schifrin,
Marmalade,
Sun City Girls,
Liliput,
Scion,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Stiv Bators,
Popol Vuh,
Guru Guru,
Colin Newman,
Panda Bear,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ronan,
Scan 7,
Danielle Patucci,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Fugs,
Sound Behaviour,
B.T. Express,
Sandy B,
The Smoke,
Icehouse,
Pussy Galore,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.