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 Greece and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Josef K to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin 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 theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Symarip,
X-Ray Spex,
Roxy Music,
Vainqueur,
David Axelrod,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Dawn Penn,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Grass Roots,
Sun Ra,
David McCallum,
The Modern Lovers,
Groovy Waters,
New Age Steppers,
Easy Going,
Y Pants,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Joe Smooth,
Camberwell Now,
Henry Cow,
48th St. Collective,
Delta 5,
Ice-T,
London Community Gospel Choir,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Joyce Sims,
Marc Almond,
Terrestrial Tones,
Maurizio,
Bobby Sherman,
Tropical Tobacco,
Duran Duran,
Bush Tetras,
Max Romeo,
The Shadows of Knight,
Roger Hodgson,
Idris Muhammad,
Mars,
Susan Cadogan,
Hasil Adkins,
Sparks,
Mad Mike,
Sun City Girls,
Youth Brigade,
Intrusion,
Warren Ellis,
Metal Thangz,
Negative Approach,
X-102,
E-Dancer,
The Saints,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Neu!,
Circle Jerks,
B.T. Express,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sonic Youth,
Saccharine Trust,
Ituana,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.