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 Papua New Guinea and from Cairo.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 ABBA to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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?
Marine Girls,
Radio Birdman,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Fat Boys,
Alton Ellis,
Quando Quango,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Fluxion,
The Seeds,
A Certain Ratio,
Duran Duran,
Letta Mbulu,
Pierre Henry,
Main Source,
Ohio Players,
Sam Rivers,
The Buckinghams,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Albert Ayler,
China Crisis,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Divine Comedy,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Offenders,
Barry Ungar,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Nils Olav,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
OOIOO,
Lalann,
The Raincoats,
Lindisfarne,
Boz Scaggs,
Chris Corsano,
Rod Modell,
Lakeside,
Althea and Donna,
Pussy Galore,
Buzzcocks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Qualms,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Durutti Column,
The Sonics,
Marmalade,
The Blackbyrds,
Youth Brigade,
Jandek,
The Doobie Brothers,
Mo-Dettes,
Al Stewart,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Warren Ellis,
Skaos,
Ultravox,
Alison Limerick,
Urselle,
Inner City,
Marvin Gaye,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.