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 Malaysia and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 spring reverb 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 the Human League to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
Tom Boy,
Al Stewart,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gerry Rafferty,
Absolute Body Control,
Michelle Simonal,
Matthew Bourne,
Metal Thangz,
Barbara Tucker,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Chrome,
Desert Stars,
The Black Dice,
Hot Snakes,
The Raincoats,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Happenings,
Pulsallama,
David McCallum,
Popol Vuh,
The Dirtbombs,
Pole,
Pantaleimon,
Jandek,
Marmalade,
The Skatalites,
Junior Murvin,
Los Fastidios,
Erykah Badu,
10cc,
Aloha Tigers,
Accadde A,
Sun Ra,
John Cale,
Sister Nancy,
Colin Newman,
Pylon,
Country Teasers,
Blancmange,
The Fugs,
Jeru the Damaja,
Radio Birdman,
The Offenders,
Young Marble Giants,
Yellowson,
Black Sheep,
Siglo XX,
The Trojans,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sound Behaviour,
Camberwell Now,
Eric Dolphy,
The Flesh Eaters,
June Days,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Divine Comedy,
Danielle Patucci,
Dark Day,
Zero Boys,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.