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 Senegal and from Philadelphia.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Zero Boys to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 güiro and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
Letta Mbulu,
Maleditus Sound,
Siglo XX,
The Cowsills,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Evens,
Minutemen,
Girls At Our Best!,
Black Flag,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Audionom,
Lindisfarne,
The Gun Club,
Peter and Kerry,
Todd Rundgren,
The Litter,
The Music Machine,
The Names,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Blossom Toes,
Junior Murvin,
Max Romeo,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Searchers,
The Slits,
X-101,
David Bowie,
Charles Mingus,
Soul II Soul,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Eric Copeland,
Hardrive,
Swell Maps,
Rapeman,
Bobby Sherman,
EPMD,
Gastr Del Sol,
Chris & Cosey,
Stetsasonic,
Matthew Halsall,
Lebanon Hanover,
Tim Buckley,
Zapp,
Yellowson,
DJ Style,
The Beau Brummels,
Agitation Free,
Matthew Bourne,
Drexciya,
Easy Going,
Sexual Harrassment,
MC5,
R.M.O.,
Kool Moe Dee,
Stockholm Monsters,
Goldenarms,
Stiv Bators,
Moby Grape,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.