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 Uzbekistan and from Jakarta.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 spring reverb 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 Ituana to the electroclash 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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
Lalo Schifrin,
Spoonie Gee,
Simply Red,
Interpol,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bauhaus,
Severed Heads,
Bush Tetras,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rufus Thomas,
the Germs,
Dead Boys,
Moby Grape,
Siglo XX,
Neu!,
Brothers Johnson,
Matthew Halsall,
Nirvana,
Warren Ellis,
Easy Going,
Man Parrish,
Au Pairs,
Robert Görl,
Arthur Verocai,
Moss Icon,
The Durutti Column,
Goldenarms,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kerrie Biddell,
X-102,
Zero Boys,
The Happenings,
Bronski Beat,
The Angels of Light,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Doors,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Divine Comedy,
Porter Ricks,
Nick Fraelich,
the Normal,
The Gladiators,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Electric Prunes,
Sam Rivers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
La Düsseldorf,
Drive Like Jehu,
Fatback Band,
The Five Americans,
48th St. Collective,
The Trojans,
Sight & Sound,
A Certain Ratio,
Anthony Braxton,
The Detroit Cobras,
Agitation Free,
Eddi Front,
Lucky Dragons,
Bobby Byrd,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.