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 Rwanda and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ludus to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Zeros,
Lindisfarne,
Yellowson,
Organ,
Arcadia,
The Saints,
Rapeman,
Amazonics,
Ronnie Foster,
Graham Central Station,
Blake Baxter,
Television,
The Real Kids,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Electric Prunes,
Zapp,
Matthew Halsall,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Cluster,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Doors,
The Moleskins,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Sonics,
Supertramp,
Animal Collective,
Joensuu 1685,
Arab on Radar,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Marine Girls,
Derrick May,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Velvet Underground,
The Cowsills,
These Immortal Souls,
Jandek,
Jeff Lynne,
Average White Band,
Barbara Tucker,
Gang Green,
Public Enemy,
John Holt,
Nirvana,
Parry Music,
Tommy Roe,
Minor Threat,
Livin' Joy,
Kurtis Blow,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Neil Young,
Los Fastidios,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Human League,
Tubeway Army,
Crime,
The Fuzztones,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.