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 Palau and from Toronto.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 A Certain Ratio to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Remains,
Soft Machine,
Masters at Work,
In Retrospect,
Accadde A,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Hashim,
the Sonics,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Blancmange,
Jeff Mills,
X-Ray Spex,
OOIOO,
Letta Mbulu,
Reagan Youth,
Eve St. Jones,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Visage,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Unwound,
Kool Moe Dee,
Aloha Tigers,
cv313,
The Stooges,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
T.S.O.L.,
The Cure,
Shoche,
The Pretty Things,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The J.B.'s,
Liliput,
T. Rex,
Subhumans,
Zapp,
Harry Pussy,
The Wake,
The Monochrome Set,
K-Klass,
The Smiths,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Gap Band,
Blake Baxter,
The Moody Blues,
Crash Course in Science,
The Searchers,
Roy Ayers,
Tommy Roe,
Nirvana,
Bill Wells,
Thee Headcoats,
Anakelly,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Nick Fraelich,
Pere Ubu,
Skarface,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.