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 Italy and from Tokyo.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mumbai.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Swans to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
Echospace,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sixth Finger,
Urselle,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bizarre Inc.,
David McCallum,
The Black Dice,
Connie Case,
KRS-One,
Suburban Knight,
Marvin Gaye,
Tim Buckley,
The Selecter,
Schoolly D,
Kayak,
Fela Kuti,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
X-101,
Traffic Nightmare,
Crash Course in Science,
The Count Five,
Derrick Morgan,
Boredoms,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Gun Club,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Groovy Waters,
Flamin' Groovies,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Marine Girls,
Pulsallama,
Cecil Taylor,
Desert Stars,
Can,
Dead Boys,
Black Flag,
the Sonics,
Yazoo,
Gang Starr,
The Detroit Cobras,
Japan,
The Moody Blues,
Crooked Eye,
Jacob Miller,
China Crisis,
The Music Machine,
The Blackbyrds,
The Seeds,
David Axelrod,
John Holt,
Trumans Water,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lakeside,
MDC,
Popol Vuh,
Lungfish,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Motions,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.