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 Iran and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the guitar 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 Buckinghams to the grime 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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
New York Dolls,
The Monochrome Set,
Q and Not U,
Pere Ubu,
the Sonics,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Grass Roots,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Scratch Acid,
Glenn Branca,
Pierre Henry,
Negative Approach,
Television,
Cheater Slicks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
JFA,
Stetsasonic,
Hot Snakes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ultravox,
Masters at Work,
The Zeros,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Robert Görl,
John Lydon,
The Slits,
The Martian,
Tropical Tobacco,
Moss Icon,
Ponytail,
Intrusion,
The Cramps,
Kas Product,
Suicide,
Groovy Waters,
Sparks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Toni Rubio,
Icehouse,
Susan Cadogan,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Moody Blues,
Maurizio,
The Selecter,
Minny Pops,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Surgeon,
MDC,
Pharoah Sanders,
Amon Düül,
Mad Mike,
Warren Ellis,
Thompson Twins,
The Count Five,
Bob Dylan,
Deakin,
Fad Gadget,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.