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 Turkey and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Scott Walker to the electroclash 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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
The Cramps,
Joe Smooth,
Tres Demented,
Kayak,
Aaron Thompson,
The Divine Comedy,
The Sonics,
Matthew Halsall,
The Evens,
ABBA,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Youth Brigade,
Faust,
Amon Düül II,
Livin' Joy,
The Offenders,
Jerry Gold Smith,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Derrick May,
Donald Byrd,
Eric Copeland,
Wally Richardson,
MC5,
Can,
Bobby Womack,
The Electric Prunes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Desert Stars,
Das Ding,
DNA,
kango's stein massive,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Surgeon,
The Moody Blues,
Sarah Menescal,
Bizarre Inc.,
This Heat,
F. McDonald,
Depeche Mode,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Slits,
Glenn Branca,
Marc Almond,
Bronski Beat,
The Litter,
Archie Shepp,
The Busters,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Anthony Braxton,
Lou Christie,
Lee Hazlewood,
UT,
the Germs,
The Tremeloes,
Pantaleimon,
Fatback Band,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.