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 Equatorial Guinea and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 harpsichord 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 Laurel Aitken to the grunge 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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
Gabor Szabo,
The Fuzztones,
Ultimate Spinach,
Eli Mardock,
Desert Stars,
MC5,
The Red Krayola,
The Count Five,
The Happenings,
Magazine,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Hoover,
The Wake,
Audionom,
Parry Music,
Q65,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bill Near,
10cc,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Marcia Griffiths,
Skriet,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Five Americans,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Curtis Mayfield,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Wasted Youth,
These Immortal Souls,
Harpers Bizarre,
R.M.O.,
Whodini,
The Golliwogs,
Gang Green,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Cecil Taylor,
Moebius,
Popol Vuh,
Trumans Water,
The Divine Comedy,
Blake Baxter,
Terry Callier,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ken Boothe,
the Association,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Tropical Tobacco,
Josef K,
Mars,
Idris Muhammad,
LL Cool J,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lyres,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Smiths,
The Slackers,
Pole,
ABBA,
David Bowie,
Eden Ahbez,
Minny Pops,
Goldenarms,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.