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 East Timor and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Pylon to the grime 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 The Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Slave,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Flipper,
The Knickerbockers,
Intrusion,
Boredoms,
Skaos,
a-ha,
OOIOO,
Pulsallama,
Pagans,
Patti Smith,
Marvin Gaye,
Eli Mardock,
Wasted Youth,
Subhumans,
The Grass Roots,
Amon Düül II,
The Toasters,
Faraquet,
The Wake,
Duran Duran,
Niagra,
This Heat,
Spandau Ballet,
Scott Walker,
Isaac Hayes,
Visage,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Barrington Levy,
Toni Rubio,
Nils Olav,
Little Man,
Aswad,
Joyce Sims,
Cameo,
Ituana,
Delon & Dalcan,
The American Breed,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
E-Dancer,
Minnie Riperton,
Royal Trux,
MC5,
Eric Copeland,
The Fire Engines,
The Gun Club,
Gichy Dan,
Outsiders,
R.M.O.,
The Dirtbombs,
Zapp,
Wolf Eyes,
The Fortunes,
Reuben Wilson,
Prince Buster,
Altered Images,
Fear,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Suburban Knight,
June Days,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.