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 Ghana and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 guitar 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 Lightning Bolt to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Television. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fluxion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
Dawn Penn,
Oblivians,
the Soft Cell,
Lou Reed,
Jeff Lynne,
La Düsseldorf,
Franke,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Black Flag,
Yaz,
Aural Exciters,
Eurythmics,
Masters at Work,
Connie Case,
John Foxx,
Black Pus,
Iggy Pop,
48th St. Collective,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Mandrill,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Monks,
The Slits,
Con Funk Shun,
The Busters,
The Evens,
The Neon Judgement,
Man Eating Sloth,
Althea and Donna,
Rufus Thomas,
The Grass Roots,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Scan 7,
Colin Newman,
Heaven 17,
Minutemen,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Saccharine Trust,
Darondo,
Slave,
Section 25,
Icehouse,
Mars,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Smog,
a-ha,
FM Einheit,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Youth Brigade,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ohio Players,
John Holt,
Kevin Saunderson,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sandy B,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Oneida,
Sixth Finger,
the Swans,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.