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 Jamaica and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bremen.
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 sitar 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 Motorama to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
Blancmange,
Jeff Lynne,
Deakin,
Silicon Teens,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Motorama,
Matthew Halsall,
Quando Quango,
Flamin' Groovies,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Swans,
Alison Limerick,
Sixth Finger,
Josef K,
Thee Headcoats,
Sam Rivers,
Rites of Spring,
Sun City Girls,
Harmonia,
Glambeats Corp.,
Tim Buckley,
Moby Grape,
Lucky Dragons,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pet Shop Boys,
Connie Case,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Flipper,
Tommy Roe,
Oblivians,
D'Angelo,
Laurel Aitken,
The Velvet Underground,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Nico,
The Remains,
Model 500,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Simply Red,
Eurythmics,
Davy DMX,
The Blackbyrds,
The Gladiators,
Inner City,
Cheater Slicks,
The Busters,
ABC,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Clear Light,
Public Enemy,
Bob Dylan,
MDC,
Khruangbin,
Cal Tjader,
Joe Smooth,
Scrapy,
June Days,
The Motions,
Hardrive,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.