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 Laos and from Columbus.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and London.
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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Television to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skaos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
The Leaves,
Pussy Galore,
The Residents,
The Monochrome Set,
Dual Sessions,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Sound,
Jeff Lynne,
The Techniques,
Agitation Free,
The Walker Brothers,
Essential Logic,
Outsiders,
Rhythm & Sound,
Dennis Brown,
Oneida,
Stetsasonic,
The Evens,
Von Mondo,
Aaron Thompson,
Grauzone,
Pharoah Sanders,
Joey Negro,
Brothers Johnson,
Donald Byrd,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Cure,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Das Ding,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Guru Guru,
Agent Orange,
Malaria!,
Bill Wells,
Chris & Cosey,
Mars,
Tears for Fears,
Tim Buckley,
Hot Snakes,
CMW,
OOIOO,
Niagra,
Masters at Work,
Don Cherry,
Interpol,
Saccharine Trust,
Pulsallama,
Brick,
Rapeman,
The Beau Brummels,
Tom Boy,
New Order,
Deakin,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gerry Rafferty,
Simply Red,
Quantec,
The Fortunes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.