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 Lille.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
CMW,
Soft Cell,
Bill Wells,
Procol Harum,
R.M.O.,
The Young Rascals,
Pagans,
Oblivians,
Sugar Minott,
Crooked Eye,
Minor Threat,
Warren Ellis,
Brand Nubian,
Jeru the Damaja,
Blancmange,
Harry Pussy,
Mandrill,
the Bar-Kays,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Real Kids,
The Smiths,
Todd Rundgren,
B.T. Express,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Charles Mingus,
Radiohead,
Boredoms,
Tom Boy,
Pharoah Sanders,
Dead Boys,
Sandy B,
Alison Limerick,
Mars,
Guru Guru,
Lyres,
The Evens,
the Sonics,
Kenny Larkin,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Funky Four + One,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bobby Sherman,
Kevin Saunderson,
Moebius,
Lower 48,
The Neon Judgement,
Slick Rick,
Minny Pops,
Alice Coltrane,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
the Normal,
Eddi Front,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rotary Connection,
The Fortunes,
Black Flag,
Rod Modell,
cv313,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.