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 Cyprus and from Sao Paulo.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 chamberlin 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 Camouflage to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
Don Cherry,
Wings,
The Associates,
The Walker Brothers,
Maurizio,
Blancmange,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pole,
Unwound,
Johnny Clarke,
Morten Harket,
Desert Stars,
Stereo Dub,
Little Man,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ken Boothe,
The Kinks,
Q and Not U,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Wasted Youth,
Severed Heads,
Alphaville,
The Happenings,
Flamin' Groovies,
Stiv Bators,
Dark Day,
FM Einheit,
Ludus,
Thee Headcoats,
ABBA,
Dave Gahan,
Minor Threat,
Lalann,
Albert Ayler,
Moebius,
Warsaw,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Tomorrow,
the Swans,
Sandy B,
Groovy Waters,
Nirvana,
Warren Ellis,
Magazine,
The Divine Comedy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bobby Byrd,
The Knickerbockers,
Kenny Larkin,
Drive Like Jehu,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Five Americans,
Aaron Thompson,
Yusef Lateef,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Amon Düül,
David McCallum,
Thompson Twins,
Fatback Band,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.