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 Turkey and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the oboe 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 Kenny Larkin to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
Television,
U.S. Maple,
Bauhaus,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Minor Threat,
Soul II Soul,
The Stooges,
The Kinks,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rufus Thomas,
Gang Green,
Duran Duran,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ice-T,
Camouflage,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Silicon Teens,
Slave,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Can,
Wally Richardson,
Ralphi Rosario,
Schoolly D,
Sight & Sound,
Mars,
The Searchers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Barbara Tucker,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Buckinghams,
Warsaw,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Fad Gadget,
Bootsy Collins,
Pulsallama,
Jeff Lynne,
Pussy Galore,
In Retrospect,
the Sonics,
Rapeman,
Infiniti,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Skatalites,
The Gun Club,
David Axelrod,
Joey Negro,
Mad Mike,
The Gladiators,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
X-101,
The Litter,
Masters at Work,
Stetsasonic,
Magazine,
Malaria!,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Niagra,
Crash Course in Science,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.