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 Albania and from London.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 synthesizer 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 grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
Nick Fraelich,
The Human League,
Joensuu 1685,
E-Dancer,
the Human League,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Names,
Dennis Brown,
Arcadia,
Pulsallama,
EPMD,
Motorama,
Symarip,
The Slits,
Zero Boys,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Seeds,
Rites of Spring,
The Dead C,
Quando Quango,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Mad Mike,
D'Angelo,
Lyres,
Duran Duran,
Terrestrial Tones,
Altered Images,
Joyce Sims,
Dual Sessions,
Newcleus,
Albert Ayler,
Warren Ellis,
Metal Thangz,
Hot Snakes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Flipper,
The Fortunes,
Robert Wyatt,
Guru Guru,
Dorothy Ashby,
Eve St. Jones,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Grauzone,
Bush Tetras,
the Bar-Kays,
David Axelrod,
Black Sheep,
Joe Smooth,
La Düsseldorf,
The Divine Comedy,
Ice-T,
The Index,
Johnny Osbourne,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Wake,
Leonard Cohen,
Das Ding,
Young Marble Giants,
Smog,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.