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 Sudan and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Joey Negro 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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
Funky Four + One,
Symarip,
The Motions,
Sarah Menescal,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Man Eating Sloth,
Parry Music,
The Barracudas,
Au Pairs,
Mars,
Avey Tare,
Nas,
Qualms,
Joe Finger,
Traffic Nightmare,
Cymande,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Brothers Johnson,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Stetsasonic,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Country Teasers,
The Slits,
Rod Modell,
Arthur Verocai,
Wolf Eyes,
The Alarm Clocks,
Tears for Fears,
Mandrill,
Massinfluence,
Maurizio,
Deepchord,
Silicon Teens,
Brick,
China Crisis,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jeff Lynne,
The Happenings,
Index,
the Sonics,
Agent Orange,
Duran Duran,
Pylon,
Mr. Review,
The Tremeloes,
Ultra Naté,
Amon Düül II,
Harpers Bizarre,
Youth Brigade,
The Mojo Men,
Tomorrow,
Vainqueur,
Blancmange,
Alison Limerick,
Magazine,
Mark Hollis,
Scott Walker,
Arab on Radar,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.