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 Bahrain and from Hong Kong.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
The J.B.'s,
Prince Buster,
The Searchers,
Silicon Teens,
the Swans,
The Neon Judgement,
The Fire Engines,
Pole,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Human League,
Pantytec,
The Offenders,
Eurythmics,
Mission of Burma,
Aloha Tigers,
Nation of Ulysses,
H. Thieme,
Spoonie Gee,
The Busters,
Depeche Mode,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gang Green,
Brass Construction,
Livin' Joy,
Loose Ends,
Soft Machine,
Cybotron,
Moebius,
ABC,
Minor Threat,
Jacob Miller,
Scott Walker,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Gap Band,
Skaos,
Kayak,
Ponytail,
Eden Ahbez,
CMW,
Fat Boys,
The Zeros,
Tomorrow,
Thee Headcoats,
The Cramps,
KRS-One,
Pylon,
The Monks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Scratch Acid,
10cc,
Siglo XX,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pere Ubu,
Severed Heads,
Echospace,
Barry Ungar,
Stockholm Monsters,
UT,
Moby Grape,
Lou Christie,
The Seeds,
Icehouse,
Interpol,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.