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 Barbados and from Philadelphia.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 oboe 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 Scion to the techno 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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
This Heat,
Country Teasers,
Mantronix,
Quadrant,
Reuben Wilson,
Fat Boys,
The Remains,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
R.M.O.,
Derrick May,
Scion,
Heaven 17,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Fluxion,
John Foxx,
Patti Smith,
Deepchord,
The Toasters,
The Motions,
Excepter,
OOIOO,
Pet Shop Boys,
Motorama,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
X-Ray Spex,
the Germs,
The Gun Club,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Toni Rubio,
Quantec,
the Bar-Kays,
Nirvana,
Buzzcocks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Scan 7,
Camberwell Now,
Echospace,
June of 44,
David McCallum,
Man Parrish,
Pulsallama,
Lightning Bolt,
Skriet,
Zapp,
Throbbing Gristle,
Oblivians,
The Slits,
Byron Stingily,
The Searchers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Black Sheep,
Blancmange,
Q and Not U,
Thee Headcoats,
Peter & Gordon,
Barry Ungar,
Spandau Ballet,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.