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 Montenegro and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Evens to the crunk 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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
Thee Headcoats,
Soulsonic Force,
Gang Gang Dance,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
David McCallum,
The Cure,
John Lydon,
Rekid,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Joe Smooth,
Scion,
Jeff Mills,
Sight & Sound,
Delon & Dalcan,
Swell Maps,
Erykah Badu,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pantaleimon,
Banda Bassotti,
H. Thieme,
Drive Like Jehu,
Television Personalities,
The Misunderstood,
The Pretty Things,
The Kinks,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Names,
Loose Ends,
Crooked Eye,
Ronan,
the Soft Cell,
Donny Hathaway,
Tim Buckley,
Lungfish,
Eden Ahbez,
Bush Tetras,
Lebanon Hanover,
Peter and Kerry,
Pet Shop Boys,
Steve Hackett,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sonic Youth,
Procol Harum,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Surgeon,
CMW,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Beau Brummels,
The Cowsills,
Grauzone,
Circle Jerks,
The J.B.'s,
Bill Near,
Marcia Griffiths,
Freddie Wadling,
Anthony Braxton,
Radiopuhelimet,
Nation of Ulysses,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.