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 Chile and from Manila.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 theremin 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 Kas Product to the grunge 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 Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Main Source,
Rekid,
The Names,
Sister Nancy,
The Fire Engines,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Harmonia,
Aural Exciters,
Q and Not U,
Unrelated Segments,
Tom Boy,
Motorama,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kayak,
Boz Scaggs,
Livin' Joy,
Ornette Coleman,
Lakeside,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Isaac Hayes,
Derrick Morgan,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Babytalk,
Dual Sessions,
Absolute Body Control,
Graham Central Station,
Black Sheep,
Andrew Hill,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pere Ubu,
Aswad,
Funky Four + One,
Intrusion,
The Young Rascals,
Glenn Branca,
Fluxion,
Public Image Ltd.,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Camouflage,
Jeff Lynne,
Mandrill,
Aloha Tigers,
Lungfish,
Lyres,
A Certain Ratio,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bobby Sherman,
Althea and Donna,
Make Up,
Johnny Osbourne,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Byron Stingily,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Warren Ellis,
Au Pairs,
Country Teasers,
Archie Shepp,
DJ Style,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.