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 Kazakhstan and from Toronto.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mexico City.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Rekid to the punk 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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
Davy DMX,
Panda Bear,
Chris Corsano,
Symarip,
Minnie Riperton,
The Detroit Cobras,
Amon Düül,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Star Department,
Crispian St. Peters,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Easy Going,
Unwound,
Donny Hathaway,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
David McCallum,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Q and Not U,
Mantronix,
Hashim,
Clear Light,
Laurel Aitken,
Deepchord,
Wasted Youth,
Eve St. Jones,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
John Foxx,
Section 25,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gang of Four,
Basic Channel,
The Golliwogs,
Saccharine Trust,
Procol Harum,
Patti Smith,
Joey Negro,
David Bowie,
Youth Brigade,
Drive Like Jehu,
Marmalade,
JFA,
Khruangbin,
Siglo XX,
Ronan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The J.B.'s,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Selecter,
Ken Boothe,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kool Moe Dee,
Arthur Verocai,
Animal Collective,
Wolf Eyes,
The Neon Judgement,
Black Bananas,
Mr. Review,
Audionom,
Bronski Beat,
Joe Finger,
The Fire Engines,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.