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 Mongolia and from Salvador.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Associates to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gang of Four,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Dave Gahan,
Joensuu 1685,
The Angels of Light,
Animal Collective,
Second Layer,
Vladislav Delay,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kas Product,
Q65,
Pierre Henry,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Saccharine Trust,
The Fugs,
Gabor Szabo,
Yusef Lateef,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Busters,
Livin' Joy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Heaven 17,
Kurtis Blow,
Gang Starr,
Radio Birdman,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Tomorrow,
The Pretty Things,
R.M.O.,
Dead Boys,
These Immortal Souls,
The Human League,
Brass Construction,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Groovy Waters,
Nirvana,
Television Personalities,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gerry Rafferty,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Marmalade,
Boredoms,
10cc,
The Toasters,
The Cowsills,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Surgeon,
D'Angelo,
Bill Near,
Judy Mowatt,
Dark Day,
Archie Shepp,
Shuggie Otis,
The Detroit Cobras,
Loose Ends,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.