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 Colombia and from Shanghai.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 arpeggiator 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 Royal Trux to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Associates,
The Music Machine,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Man Parrish,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sound Behaviour,
UT,
Make Up,
Bootsy Collins,
Dual Sessions,
Eric Copeland,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Eve St. Jones,
B.T. Express,
Bobby Sherman,
Crash Course in Science,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Neon Judgement,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Nik Kershaw,
Camberwell Now,
Chris & Cosey,
Half Japanese,
Sugar Minott,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ossler,
Ten City,
Cabaret Voltaire,
New York Dolls,
The Cowsills,
Amon Düül II,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Clear Light,
Vainqueur,
Cheater Slicks,
Maurizio,
June Days,
Warren Ellis,
The Human League,
Henry Cow,
Echospace,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Babytalk,
Ponytail,
Shoche,
Cymande,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Loose Ends,
Sandy B,
The Buckinghams,
Bauhaus,
Moebius,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jimmy McGriff,
Crispy Ambulance,
Mary Jane Girls,
Easy Going,
Gang Green,
Supertramp,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.