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 Bhutan and from Salvador.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 Easy Going to the disco 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 The Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Swans,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Adolescents,
The Human League,
Davy DMX,
Marshall Jefferson,
Wings,
Brass Construction,
Gerry Rafferty,
Joensuu 1685,
Interpol,
Visage,
Mark Hollis,
Big Daddy Kane,
Blossom Toes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Tommy Roe,
The Red Krayola,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Cluster,
Sex Pistols,
The Gories,
Peter & Gordon,
Pharoah Sanders,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Johnny Osbourne,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Chris Corsano,
James White and The Blacks,
Gang Green,
Unwound,
Parry Music,
The Gladiators,
Tears for Fears,
The Index,
Popol Vuh,
Groovy Waters,
The Smiths,
The Zeros,
Pere Ubu,
Sister Nancy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Duran Duran,
the Slits,
Theoretical Girls,
Japan,
Royal Trux,
DNA,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Throbbing Gristle,
Derrick Morgan,
Slave,
Nils Olav,
Motorama,
Brick,
The Selecter,
Warsaw,
The Monks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lyres,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.