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 Turkey and from Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Marc Almond to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
CMW,
James White and The Blacks,
Tommy Roe,
Audionom,
Isaac Hayes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Thompson Twins,
Derrick May,
Albert Ayler,
Skaos,
The Kinks,
Porter Ricks,
Kurtis Blow,
Neil Young,
Delta 5,
Sparks,
Joyce Sims,
Amon Düül,
Ponytail,
D'Angelo,
David McCallum,
Negative Approach,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gang Starr,
Terrestrial Tones,
Camberwell Now,
The Detroit Cobras,
Hot Snakes,
ABC,
Bush Tetras,
Saccharine Trust,
Parry Music,
Boredoms,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Black Sheep,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Faraquet,
The Tremeloes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Erasure,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Subhumans,
Maleditus Sound,
the Soft Cell,
Rod Modell,
Juan Atkins,
Suburban Knight,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Banda Bassotti,
X-Ray Spex,
Quadrant,
Supertramp,
Nik Kershaw,
Crash Course in Science,
Ken Boothe,
Fad Gadget,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.