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 Korea North and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Throbbing Gristle to the disco 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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
Nation of Ulysses,
Tears for Fears,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Loose Ends,
The Black Dice,
Q and Not U,
A Certain Ratio,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Average White Band,
John Foxx,
Black Pus,
The Monks,
Country Teasers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Roxette,
Section 25,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Buckinghams,
Au Pairs,
Skaos,
Dual Sessions,
The Five Americans,
U.S. Maple,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Joensuu 1685,
Quando Quango,
Babytalk,
New Order,
Juan Atkins,
Arcadia,
Ultravox,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The J.B.'s,
Flash Fearless,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Young Rascals,
Sister Nancy,
The Fortunes,
Warsaw,
Kayak,
Vladislav Delay,
a-ha,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Beau Brummels,
Lower 48,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Marvin Gaye,
Hoover,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Moleskins,
The Victims,
Donald Byrd,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jacob Miller,
Ken Boothe,
Eden Ahbez,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Fat Boys,
Monks,
The Fugs,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.