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 Poland and from Tehran.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 mellotron 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 Tomorrow to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lower 48,
Jeru the Damaja,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Count Five,
Ituana,
The Gories,
Japan,
The Seeds,
Lindisfarne,
Danielle Patucci,
Junior Murvin,
Harmonia,
Hasil Adkins,
A Certain Ratio,
Cameo,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Warsaw,
X-101,
The Angels of Light,
The Black Dice,
Jacob Miller,
Loose Ends,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rosa Yemen,
10cc,
John Foxx,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Red Krayola,
Skriet,
Minor Threat,
MC5,
The Birthday Party,
Neu!,
Sound Behaviour,
The Sonics,
Grauzone,
Barry Ungar,
48th St. Collective,
Sparks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Dennis Brown,
Camouflage,
The Evens,
Kayak,
Flamin' Groovies,
Joyce Sims,
Smog,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Newcleus,
Liliput,
The Dead C,
Jawbox,
Young Marble Giants,
Curtis Mayfield,
Delon & Dalcan,
Girls At Our Best!,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.