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 Mozambique and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Shoche to the grime 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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk 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 an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
Joe Finger,
MDC,
Tears for Fears,
Depeche Mode,
New York Dolls,
Rotary Connection,
Angry Samoans,
cv313,
Gastr Del Sol,
Newcleus,
EPMD,
Accadde A,
Niagra,
Tubeway Army,
Sixth Finger,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kayak,
The Smiths,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Nick Fraelich,
Barry Ungar,
Wasted Youth,
Easy Going,
Au Pairs,
Hasil Adkins,
Kool Moe Dee,
Erykah Badu,
John Cale,
Ohio Players,
Derrick Morgan,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bush Tetras,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Banda Bassotti,
Tommy Roe,
Y Pants,
Dennis Brown,
Connie Case,
John Foxx,
Idris Muhammad,
The Electric Prunes,
Shoche,
Mark Hollis,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Moebius,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Saccharine Trust,
Shuggie Otis,
Patti Smith,
Aaron Thompson,
X-102,
Kenny Larkin,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Second Layer,
Livin' Joy,
Gerry Rafferty,
Spoonie Gee,
Gong,
Mary Jane Girls,
Smog,
Donald Byrd,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.