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 Bhutan and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Gil Scott Heron to the techno 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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association 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 a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Fugs,
The Young Rascals,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
T. Rex,
Outsiders,
Trumans Water,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sparks,
Eve St. Jones,
the Sonics,
Moebius,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Blossom Toes,
Stetsasonic,
Crooked Eye,
Tears for Fears,
Eurythmics,
Japan,
Bauhaus,
The Star Department,
Blancmange,
Lindisfarne,
Minutemen,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Fad Gadget,
Technova,
The Standells,
Mo-Dettes,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Fall,
Dead Boys,
Echospace,
Goldenarms,
Joey Negro,
Groovy Waters,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Zeros,
The Mojo Men,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Angry Samoans,
Sugar Minott,
the Germs,
Blake Baxter,
The Smiths,
Mad Mike,
Wolf Eyes,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Fuzztones,
Radiohead,
Wire,
the Fania All-Stars,
Andrew Hill,
Severed Heads,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Hoover,
Rekid,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.