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 Slovenia and from Tokyo.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Subhumans to the grime 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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
EPMD,
Mantronix,
The Gap Band,
Blake Baxter,
Boz Scaggs,
Maurizio,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Janne Schatter,
Scrapy,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Harmonia,
Roy Ayers,
Leonard Cohen,
John Lydon,
Gichy Dan,
John Cale,
Trumans Water,
The Index,
PIL,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Agitation Free,
Japan,
The Invisible,
The Techniques,
Crime,
The Toasters,
Fluxion,
Los Fastidios,
Derrick May,
Bizarre Inc.,
Vladislav Delay,
Ponytail,
Clear Light,
H. Thieme,
Matthew Bourne,
Jacques Brel,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Stereo Dub,
The Sonics,
Franke,
Joe Finger,
The Trojans,
Glenn Branca,
Basic Channel,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rod Modell,
Severed Heads,
Kool Moe Dee,
48th St. Collective,
The Remains,
Zero Boys,
Lungfish,
Susan Cadogan,
Brass Construction,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Fad Gadget,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.