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 Ukraine and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 spring reverb 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 Zeros to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
June of 44,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
New Age Steppers,
Kurtis Blow,
Freddie Wadling,
Pagans,
Mark Hollis,
The American Breed,
Procol Harum,
kango's stein massive,
Can,
L. Decosne,
The Residents,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Television Personalities,
Janne Schatter,
Chris Corsano,
David McCallum,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rekid,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Beau Brummels,
The Selecter,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Dirtbombs,
Bad Manners,
Cal Tjader,
T.S.O.L.,
Tears for Fears,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pantaleimon,
FM Einheit,
Andrew Hill,
China Crisis,
The New Christs,
Lalo Schifrin,
Byron Stingily,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Skatalites,
Robert Görl,
Derrick May,
The Sonics,
Michelle Simonal,
Dead Boys,
The Seeds,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
T. Rex,
Magma,
The J.B.'s,
Jawbox,
X-101,
Adolescents,
Camouflage,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.