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 Azerbaijan and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 guitar 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 Essential Logic to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
Blossom Toes,
The Sonics,
E-Dancer,
Connie Case,
Depeche Mode,
Dead Boys,
Charles Mingus,
Silicon Teens,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Human League,
The Velvet Underground,
Sister Nancy,
Desert Stars,
Stiv Bators,
Skriet,
X-Ray Spex,
a-ha,
These Immortal Souls,
Radio Birdman,
Laurel Aitken,
Faust,
Duran Duran,
Circle Jerks,
The Sound,
Robert Görl,
Carl Craig,
Pussy Galore,
Grey Daturas,
Todd Terry,
The Fire Engines,
Black Bananas,
Donny Hathaway,
Rotary Connection,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Busters,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Negative Approach,
Skaos,
The Evens,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Buckinghams,
Inner City,
David McCallum,
Lou Christie,
The Neon Judgement,
Minor Threat,
Boredoms,
Section 25,
The Count Five,
Pagans,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Techniques,
Saccharine Trust,
Interpol,
The Remains,
Simply Red,
The United States of America,
Angry Samoans,
Maleditus Sound,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.