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 Bangladesh and from Hong Kong.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 808 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 The Standells to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
Brothers Johnson,
Lee Hazlewood,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
L. Decosne,
Roger Hodgson,
Gil Scott Heron,
Robert Wyatt,
Leonard Cohen,
UT,
The Electric Prunes,
FM Einheit,
Throbbing Gristle,
Second Layer,
kango's stein massive,
New York Dolls,
Hot Snakes,
Cluster,
Faust,
Black Pus,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
One Last Wish,
Underground Resistance,
Intrusion,
Delta 5,
The Move,
Lucky Dragons,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lou Christie,
Simply Red,
Das Ding,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Chrome,
The Beau Brummels,
Peter & Gordon,
Cheater Slicks,
Dennis Brown,
Sparks,
Skaos,
Joe Smooth,
Girls At Our Best!,
Maurizio,
Kayak,
Bob Dylan,
the Swans,
The Index,
Cabaret Voltaire,
the Human League,
Nas,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fat Boys,
Ten City,
Janne Schatter,
Section 25,
Infiniti,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Dave Gahan,
Jacob Miller,
Soulsonic Force,
Kerrie Biddell,
Toni Rubio,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.