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 Bahrain and from Shanghai.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sonics to the punk 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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Porter Ricks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
the Germs,
Sexual Harrassment,
New York Dolls,
Flash Fearless,
Rosa Yemen,
Quadrant,
the Human League,
Rod Modell,
Matthew Halsall,
Can,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jerry's Kids,
Massinfluence,
Porter Ricks,
Lightning Bolt,
The Martian,
Brick,
The Real Kids,
Flamin' Groovies,
Circle Jerks,
The Sonics,
Roxette,
Sun City Girls,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Tremeloes,
Mo-Dettes,
ABBA,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Swans,
LL Cool J,
Nils Olav,
Suburban Knight,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Swell Maps,
The Star Department,
James White and The Blacks,
Nik Kershaw,
Kevin Saunderson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Divine Comedy,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Moody Blues,
Mission of Burma,
The Grass Roots,
Blossom Toes,
Ronnie Foster,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Fortunes,
Tears for Fears,
Cheater Slicks,
Spoonie Gee,
Gang Starr,
The Moleskins,
the Soft Cell,
Terry Callier,
Amon Düül,
Quantec,
Au Pairs,
Sonic Youth,
Ludus,
Blancmange,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.