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 Kuwait and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 spring reverb 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the grunge 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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
Ultra Naté,
Outsiders,
Dawn Penn,
Eve St. Jones,
Danielle Patucci,
the Slits,
The Detroit Cobras,
Piero Umiliani,
a-ha,
Gastr Del Sol,
Nils Olav,
Mandrill,
The Selecter,
Brass Construction,
Isaac Hayes,
The Modern Lovers,
Sister Nancy,
Gang Starr,
Essential Logic,
Amon Düül II,
Spandau Ballet,
L. Decosne,
Lucky Dragons,
Television,
Davy DMX,
Ten City,
AZ,
Roger Hodgson,
The Offenders,
Fluxion,
Crispian St. Peters,
Khruangbin,
The Dave Clark Five,
Peter & Gordon,
Avey Tare,
Graham Central Station,
Warren Ellis,
Shoche,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Panda Bear,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pere Ubu,
F. McDonald,
Colin Newman,
Pharoah Sanders,
Technova,
Procol Harum,
Ken Boothe,
R.M.O.,
Don Cherry,
The Skatalites,
Royal Trux,
Average White Band,
Make Up,
Nirvana,
Eric Copeland,
Television Personalities,
Neil Young,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.