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 Zimbabwe and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 T. Rex to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Neon Judgement record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
The Gladiators,
Boredoms,
Davy DMX,
These Immortal Souls,
DJ Sneak,
Junior Murvin,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Boogie Down Productions,
Roxette,
Ten City,
Harry Pussy,
The Durutti Column,
Amazonics,
Big Daddy Kane,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Busters,
Magma,
Man Parrish,
PIL,
Lebanon Hanover,
The United States of America,
ABBA,
Sugar Minott,
EPMD,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Maurizio,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bobby Byrd,
Soft Cell,
The Shadows of Knight,
Average White Band,
Jimmy McGriff,
Skaos,
The Slackers,
The Fall,
Gong,
Minor Threat,
Susan Cadogan,
Suicide,
June Days,
Moebius,
Youth Brigade,
Radio Birdman,
Bootsy Collins,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Eli Mardock,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Excepter,
Saccharine Trust,
Danielle Patucci,
Barrington Levy,
Erykah Badu,
OOIOO,
Lee Hazlewood,
Von Mondo,
Japan,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Roy Ayers,
Judy Mowatt,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.