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 Dominica 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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Seoul.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Livin' Joy to the grime 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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
Excepter,
Audionom,
Wolf Eyes,
Matthew Halsall,
The Residents,
Lower 48,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Bar-Kays,
Arthur Verocai,
Kas Product,
Country Teasers,
Delta 5,
Bizarre Inc.,
Nick Fraelich,
Sarah Menescal,
The Count Five,
The Buckinghams,
The Kinks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Dawn Penn,
Metal Thangz,
Funkadelic,
John Cale,
Eric Dolphy,
Loose Ends,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Stooges,
Pulsallama,
R.M.O.,
Leonard Cohen,
The Doobie Brothers,
Black Pus,
Crash Course in Science,
Camouflage,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Fortunes,
Byron Stingily,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
FM Einheit,
Sonic Youth,
Heaven 17,
Jeru the Damaja,
Neil Young,
PIL,
The Gladiators,
Stereo Dub,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Victims,
Ultimate Spinach,
Idris Muhammad,
U.S. Maple,
Iggy Pop,
Young Marble Giants,
A Certain Ratio,
Ornette Coleman,
Sex Pistols,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Unwound,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.