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 Czech Republic and from Halifax.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 The Pretty Things to the grunge 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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
Gichy Dan,
The Saints,
the Bar-Kays,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Doors,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ultravox,
Lou Christie,
The Cure,
Suburban Knight,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Fugs,
Throbbing Gristle,
Joyce Sims,
Chris & Cosey,
Scientists,
The Seeds,
Delta 5,
The Associates,
Jawbox,
Sight & Sound,
Lightning Bolt,
Eden Ahbez,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Pretty Things,
Radiopuhelimet,
Althea and Donna,
Ronan,
Bad Manners,
In Retrospect,
Scrapy,
Roger Hodgson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Moss Icon,
The Victims,
Von Mondo,
Joensuu 1685,
Television Personalities,
Slave,
Electric Prunes,
Panda Bear,
H. Thieme,
The Offenders,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Basic Channel,
The Cramps,
Y Pants,
Donny Hathaway,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Gories,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Monolake,
Kaleidoscope,
Lalo Schifrin,
Soulsonic Force,
The Techniques,
Essential Logic,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Roxy Music,
Popol Vuh,
Half Japanese,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.