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 Djibouti and from Philadelphia.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 New Christs to the rap 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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
the Sonics,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Alphaville,
Camouflage,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Joe Smooth,
Man Parrish,
The Modern Lovers,
Todd Rundgren,
Icehouse,
Brothers Johnson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Neil Young,
The Doors,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Yellowson,
The Kinks,
The Litter,
H. Thieme,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kerrie Biddell,
Amon Düül II,
Don Cherry,
Parry Music,
Eden Ahbez,
Scion,
The Sound,
Groovy Waters,
Radiohead,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Nick Fraelich,
Tubeway Army,
The Standells,
Deakin,
Dorothy Ashby,
Anakelly,
the Human League,
Skarface,
David McCallum,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Joe Finger,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Residents,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Unrelated Segments,
The Zeros,
Bluetip,
The Gap Band,
Heaven 17,
Dead Boys,
Malaria!,
Amon Düül,
Robert Görl,
Whodini,
Ossler,
Q and Not U,
Jeff Mills,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.