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 Andorra and from Tehran.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Television to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Remains. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Smog,
Mark Hollis,
Ken Boothe,
Bauhaus,
Babytalk,
Television,
Magma,
Bobby Byrd,
Soul Sonic Force,
Funkadelic,
Boz Scaggs,
K-Klass,
Depeche Mode,
Tomorrow,
U.S. Maple,
Grey Daturas,
Rod Modell,
Bluetip,
Yusef Lateef,
the Fania All-Stars,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Eli Mardock,
Slick Rick,
Spoonie Gee,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Brick,
Pantytec,
Lyres,
Bobby Sherman,
Todd Rundgren,
The Sonics,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Techniques,
the Human League,
Kas Product,
Zero Boys,
Marshall Jefferson,
D'Angelo,
Camberwell Now,
The Cramps,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sixth Finger,
Lungfish,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Interpol,
Malaria!,
The Knickerbockers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Suicide,
Livin' Joy,
The Barracudas,
Pharoah Sanders,
Aswad,
Kenny Larkin,
The Flesh Eaters,
Nico,
Erasure,
Magazine,
Sonic Youth,
Quando Quango,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.