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 Mexico and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Columbus.
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 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Joyce Sims to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
Howard Jones,
Von Mondo,
Bobby Byrd,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sonic Youth,
Jesper Dahlback,
Altered Images,
Porter Ricks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Doobie Brothers,
Neu!,
Yazoo,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The American Breed,
Patti Smith,
Spandau Ballet,
The Star Department,
The Real Kids,
Minnie Riperton,
Soul II Soul,
Grey Daturas,
Sällskapet,
Chris Corsano,
Ohio Players,
Oblivians,
Amon Düül II,
T.S.O.L.,
Bill Near,
Ten City,
The Black Dice,
Lee Hazlewood,
John Cale,
The Five Americans,
The Buckinghams,
The Blackbyrds,
Girls At Our Best!,
Second Layer,
Section 25,
ABBA,
Mr. Review,
Anakelly,
Tres Demented,
Suicide,
Pylon,
Brass Construction,
Make Up,
T. Rex,
The Busters,
Motorama,
Icehouse,
Livin' Joy,
Funkadelic,
Graham Central Station,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Archie Shepp,
Lakeside,
Delta 5,
Angry Samoans,
Nils Olav,
Tommy Roe,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.