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 Ivory Coast and from Bremen.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the snare 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 Gerry Rafferty to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
Nico,
Lebanon Hanover,
kango's stein massive,
Fatback Band,
Marmalade,
Pierre Henry,
The Offenders,
The Fugs,
Pole,
Gang Gang Dance,
Swell Maps,
Barclay James Harvest,
EPMD,
Section 25,
Mark Hollis,
Mars,
Juan Atkins,
Amazonics,
Tom Boy,
Dennis Brown,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Scion,
Kerri Chandler,
Theoretical Girls,
Camouflage,
DJ Style,
Sparks,
Kerrie Biddell,
the Association,
Sugar Minott,
Marcia Griffiths,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Black Dice,
The Standells,
Ultra Naté,
Peter and Kerry,
Steve Hackett,
New Order,
Camberwell Now,
The Skatalites,
Marshall Jefferson,
OOIOO,
The Fuzztones,
JFA,
Sex Pistols,
Traffic Nightmare,
Marine Girls,
Lungfish,
8 Eyed Spy,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Moleskins,
Gerry Rafferty,
Amon Düül,
Anthony Braxton,
Michelle Simonal,
Stereo Dub,
The Residents,
Gang of Four,
Aloha Tigers,
Infiniti,
These Immortal Souls,
Janne Schatter,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.