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 Mexico and from Manchester.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 spring reverb 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 Crime to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K 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?
Barrington Levy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Q and Not U,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gang Green,
Echospace,
Moby Grape,
Arcadia,
LL Cool J,
X-Ray Spex,
Mad Mike,
La Düsseldorf,
The Human League,
Easy Going,
The Black Dice,
Barry Ungar,
Scott Walker,
Eric Copeland,
Pylon,
Judy Mowatt,
Brass Construction,
Mars,
Oneida,
Kayak,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Trojans,
The Buckinghams,
The Divine Comedy,
D'Angelo,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pantaleimon,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Quantec,
Nils Olav,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Magma,
The Last Poets,
Malaria!,
Vladislav Delay,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Velvet Underground,
New Age Steppers,
The Index,
Isaac Hayes,
June Days,
Yazoo,
Gang of Four,
Man Parrish,
kango's stein massive,
Accadde A,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The New Christs,
Suicide,
Joyce Sims,
Gang Gang Dance,
Stereo Dub,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Mantronix,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.