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 Palau and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the 808 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
Amazonics,
X-102,
Robert Hood,
Quando Quango,
Spoonie Gee,
the Human League,
Ultra Naté,
Soulsonic Force,
Gabor Szabo,
Sällskapet,
Wally Richardson,
Hardrive,
Adolescents,
Lou Christie,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Sonics,
The Toasters,
Alton Ellis,
Skriet,
The Searchers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Glenn Branca,
Scrapy,
Simply Red,
The Angels of Light,
MDC,
Fear,
Absolute Body Control,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Fall,
Warren Ellis,
Procol Harum,
Matthew Bourne,
Gang of Four,
The Skatalites,
Warsaw,
Tomorrow,
Rotary Connection,
Rod Modell,
Dead Boys,
Wire,
Anthony Braxton,
Blancmange,
Bobby Sherman,
Prince Buster,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sun Ra,
Nico,
Arthur Verocai,
Kenny Larkin,
MC5,
Judy Mowatt,
Gichy Dan,
Sam Rivers,
Roger Hodgson,
Monks,
Crash Course in Science,
Talk Talk,
Grandmaster Flash,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.