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 Equatorial Guinea and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Remains to the disco 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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
Wasted Youth,
Fear,
The Mojo Men,
The J.B.'s,
Marine Girls,
The Human League,
Zero Boys,
Roger Hodgson,
The Slackers,
Main Source,
Warren Ellis,
The Pop Group,
Erykah Badu,
Con Funk Shun,
Niagra,
Pylon,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kayak,
Essential Logic,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sight & Sound,
MC5,
Lou Christie,
The Cramps,
The Durutti Column,
Black Flag,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Selecter,
Cybotron,
Amon Düül II,
Ossler,
Agitation Free,
The Mummies,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sarah Menescal,
Amon Düül,
Tears for Fears,
John Foxx,
the Association,
Gabor Szabo,
Pierre Henry,
Glambeats Corp.,
Barrington Levy,
Man Parrish,
Nirvana,
Soulsonic Force,
The Grass Roots,
Jerry's Kids,
John Cale,
Scientists,
Brand Nubian,
Derrick May,
The Saints,
Eden Ahbez,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Gap Band,
China Crisis,
Second Layer,
Glenn Branca,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.