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 Guinea and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Index to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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?
Electric Light Orchestra,
the Slits,
The Monks,
Joy Division,
Brass Construction,
The Sound,
Tim Buckley,
David McCallum,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pulsallama,
Barrington Levy,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lungfish,
Ronnie Foster,
Thee Headcoats,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Panda Bear,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gichy Dan,
World's Most,
Crispy Ambulance,
Derrick Morgan,
Kerri Chandler,
Gang Green,
Isaac Hayes,
Amon Düül II,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Black Dice,
Silicon Teens,
Y Pants,
Sandy B,
Talk Talk,
Yazoo,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Index,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Subhumans,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Janne Schatter,
Saccharine Trust,
Intrusion,
Index,
Piero Umiliani,
Masters at Work,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Negative Approach,
Soulsonic Force,
Ultravox,
Organ,
Porter Ricks,
EPMD,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ossler,
Deadbeat,
Cal Tjader,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Electric Prunes,
Loose Ends,
Mission of Burma,
The Evens,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.