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 New Zealand and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 The Doobie Brothers to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
Main Source,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Faraquet,
B.T. Express,
Radio Birdman,
ABC,
Wally Richardson,
Joensuu 1685,
Throbbing Gristle,
Audionom,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Janne Schatter,
The Mummies,
Electric Prunes,
MDC,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kevin Saunderson,
Tres Demented,
Lou Christie,
Ohio Players,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Wake,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Velvet Underground,
Black Pus,
Thompson Twins,
Funky Four + One,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Quantec,
Moebius,
Scion,
La Düsseldorf,
Grandmaster Flash,
Country Teasers,
Moss Icon,
The United States of America,
The Music Machine,
Excepter,
Franke,
Eve St. Jones,
Carl Craig,
Jandek,
Public Image Ltd.,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sly & The Family Stone,
the Bar-Kays,
Bootsy Collins,
Mantronix,
The Happenings,
Ken Boothe,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lightning Bolt,
Black Bananas,
Neu!,
Sun Ra,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Los Fastidios,
Warsaw,
Jacob Miller,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.