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 Kuwait and from Philadelphia.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 clarinet 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Porter Ricks,
Lindisfarne,
Crime,
Warren Ellis,
Rites of Spring,
Skriet,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Skaos,
Yellowson,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
New Age Steppers,
X-102,
Motorama,
Bobby Sherman,
Sun City Girls,
Scott Walker,
Accadde A,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pole,
The Cramps,
The Buckinghams,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Mojo Men,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Searchers,
Electric Prunes,
Eurythmics,
Masters at Work,
Drive Like Jehu,
Barclay James Harvest,
Deadbeat,
Jerry's Kids,
Funkadelic,
Man Eating Sloth,
Shuggie Otis,
Camouflage,
Idris Muhammad,
Smog,
Lou Reed,
Eric Dolphy,
Cybotron,
Jesper Dahlback,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Seeds,
Frankie Knuckles,
Brand Nubian,
Charles Mingus,
Flamin' Groovies,
Roxy Music,
Tomorrow,
Rapeman,
Sparks,
Ronan,
Al Stewart,
Iggy Pop,
Scion,
Prince Buster,
The Gories,
Black Flag,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.