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 Romania and from Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Sonics to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jeru the Damaja,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Siglo XX,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sound Behaviour,
Jerry's Kids,
The Trojans,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Dirtbombs,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
T.S.O.L.,
Steve Hackett,
The Kinks,
Susan Cadogan,
Dead Boys,
Guru Guru,
Kayak,
X-101,
Second Layer,
Buzzcocks,
Barbara Tucker,
Minor Threat,
Sandy B,
Minnie Riperton,
Yaz,
Parry Music,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Animal Collective,
John Foxx,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Normal,
Young Marble Giants,
Ultra Naté,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Massinfluence,
Eden Ahbez,
Maleditus Sound,
Frankie Knuckles,
Arthur Verocai,
Hashim,
The Shadows of Knight,
Derrick Morgan,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Dennis Brown,
Wire,
Public Enemy,
The Motions,
Cecil Taylor,
The Black Dice,
Scrapy,
Jawbox,
Matthew Bourne,
Ken Boothe,
These Immortal Souls,
Isaac Hayes,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.