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 Paraguay and from Delhi.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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?
Soulsonic Force,
the Soft Cell,
Joy Division,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Tomorrow,
Skaos,
Rakim,
Bobby Sherman,
Niagra,
Peter and Kerry,
Robert Görl,
Stiv Bators,
Monolake,
Albert Ayler,
The Tremeloes,
Suburban Knight,
Lucky Dragons,
Aaron Thompson,
Curtis Mayfield,
Roxette,
The Blues Magoos,
Gang Green,
Buzzcocks,
Lou Christie,
Sandy B,
Ohio Players,
Hasil Adkins,
Royal Trux,
Marine Girls,
La Düsseldorf,
Glambeats Corp.,
Unwound,
Black Bananas,
Quantec,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Harmonia,
Organ,
June Days,
One Last Wish,
Excepter,
FM Einheit,
10cc,
Arcadia,
Bauhaus,
Delon & Dalcan,
Supertramp,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Toasters,
Jacques Brel,
Subhumans,
The Misunderstood,
The Smoke,
Junior Murvin,
Nick Fraelich,
The Searchers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Nik Kershaw,
Iggy Pop,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
the Sonics,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.