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 Slovakia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Connie Case to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
Slave,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Erasure,
Urselle,
Black Sheep,
Bill Near,
The Music Machine,
The New Christs,
Parry Music,
The Mojo Men,
Absolute Body Control,
Marvin Gaye,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Shadows of Knight,
Make Up,
Cheater Slicks,
The Velvet Underground,
Lightning Bolt,
Toni Rubio,
Swell Maps,
Boz Scaggs,
Lebanon Hanover,
Suburban Knight,
Minutemen,
Pulsallama,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Juan Atkins,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Black Flag,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sarah Menescal,
Sun Ra,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Raincoats,
The Wake,
This Heat,
Talk Talk,
The Buckinghams,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Searchers,
kango's stein massive,
Throbbing Gristle,
Nirvana,
The Gladiators,
Cybotron,
Ultra Naté,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Magazine,
MC5,
Minny Pops,
Jerry's Kids,
Mary Jane Girls,
Joensuu 1685,
Fat Boys,
Fugazi,
Hasil Adkins,
Inner City,
The Sonics,
Vainqueur,
Circle Jerks,
Mandrill,
Bill Wells,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop 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.