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 Israel and from Columbus.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 harpsichord 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 Dead Boys to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
Judy Mowatt,
Black Bananas,
Sam Rivers,
the Human League,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Dead Boys,
Wings,
Tom Boy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sex Pistols,
PIL,
The Zeros,
Eli Mardock,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pantytec,
Radiohead,
Bang On A Can,
Henry Cow,
Hashim,
Kerrie Biddell,
David Axelrod,
Joyce Sims,
Monolake,
The Trojans,
Suburban Knight,
Los Fastidios,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Index,
Negative Approach,
the Normal,
The Durutti Column,
Basic Channel,
The Moody Blues,
KRS-One,
The Count Five,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Funky Four + One,
Lyres,
Cluster,
Tubeway Army,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
John Holt,
Pierre Henry,
The Human League,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Pretty Things,
Bluetip,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Little Man,
Skriet,
Guru Guru,
The Blackbyrds,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Fortunes,
Camberwell Now,
the Bar-Kays,
Matthew Bourne,
Chris & Cosey,
Panda Bear,
Oblivians,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.