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 Columbus.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Mummies to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
Blancmange,
Ituana,
John Lydon,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
John Coltrane,
The Move,
The Mummies,
Minutemen,
Second Layer,
B.T. Express,
Judy Mowatt,
Agitation Free,
Jacob Miller,
The Young Rascals,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Talk Talk,
Anthony Braxton,
The Red Krayola,
Vainqueur,
Franke,
Gang Green,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Archie Shepp,
Inner City,
In Retrospect,
Organ,
Peter & Gordon,
The Angels of Light,
Camouflage,
David McCallum,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Last Poets,
These Immortal Souls,
Darondo,
Johnny Clarke,
Lee Hazlewood,
Liliput,
The Kinks,
Nik Kershaw,
the Germs,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Birthday Party,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Joy Division,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Average White Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Visage,
X-102,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Tropical Tobacco,
Aloha Tigers,
Procol Harum,
Negative Approach,
Kurtis Blow,
Donny Hathaway,
ABC,
Lindisfarne,
The Toasters,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.