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 Sri Lanka and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 guitar 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 Los Fastidios to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
Reuben Wilson,
The Stooges,
Negative Approach,
the Human League,
Scientists,
Neu!,
Steve Hackett,
Cybotron,
Absolute Body Control,
PIL,
Sister Nancy,
Amon Düül,
Heaven 17,
John Holt,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sixth Finger,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sun Ra,
Dawn Penn,
Flipper,
Girls At Our Best!,
Basic Channel,
Dual Sessions,
Rapeman,
Agent Orange,
Unwound,
Chrome,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Eden Ahbez,
Ultravox,
Laurel Aitken,
Sällskapet,
Cameo,
Arthur Verocai,
FM Einheit,
The Tremeloes,
Barbara Tucker,
Frankie Knuckles,
Crime,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lalo Schifrin,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Danielle Patucci,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Smiths,
Yusef Lateef,
The Remains,
D'Angelo,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Mars,
the Association,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Raincoats,
K-Klass,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Fortunes,
Reagan Youth,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.