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 Guinea and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Smog to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
Bluetip,
Audionom,
The Kinks,
Morten Harket,
Gichy Dan,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Wings,
B.T. Express,
The Victims,
Monolake,
Suburban Knight,
Fugazi,
Jeff Lynne,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Subhumans,
Joey Negro,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Stooges,
Grey Daturas,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ultimate Spinach,
A Certain Ratio,
Yellowson,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Swans,
Minnie Riperton,
Joensuu 1685,
Interpol,
Massinfluence,
the Soft Cell,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pet Shop Boys,
Michelle Simonal,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Skaos,
Angry Samoans,
Ronan,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Dead C,
The Human League,
Anthony Braxton,
Smog,
Howard Jones,
Anakelly,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Magazine,
Black Flag,
Gang of Four,
Siglo XX,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Scott Walker,
The Angels of Light,
Juan Atkins,
EPMD,
Kenny Larkin,
Inner City,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Trojans,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.