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 Burundi and from Bologna.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Flamin' Groovies to the jazz 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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
Soft Cell,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Hasil Adkins,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Sound,
Soft Machine,
Al Stewart,
Angry Samoans,
Groovy Waters,
Piero Umiliani,
the Swans,
Donald Byrd,
Jawbox,
Gerry Rafferty,
Saccharine Trust,
Technova,
The Last Poets,
Barbara Tucker,
Swans,
Susan Cadogan,
Pussy Galore,
Roy Ayers,
Danielle Patucci,
Pagans,
Cheater Slicks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Techniques,
Scientists,
Monolake,
The Durutti Column,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
T. Rex,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sexual Harrassment,
Quadrant,
MC5,
The Gun Club,
Wings,
Soul Sonic Force,
Au Pairs,
Skriet,
Marc Almond,
Minutemen,
The Cowsills,
Can,
The Stooges,
Buzzcocks,
China Crisis,
Deakin,
Skarface,
FM Einheit,
Main Source,
Peter & Gordon,
Cymande,
Yusef Lateef,
Stockholm Monsters,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.