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 Glasgow.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Modern Lovers to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
Lou Christie,
The Doors,
The Smiths,
Ohio Players,
Vainqueur,
Jesper Dahlback,
Eric Dolphy,
Avey Tare,
Con Funk Shun,
Loose Ends,
The Beau Brummels,
Tres Demented,
Flamin' Groovies,
Boogie Down Productions,
Massinfluence,
The Electric Prunes,
Amon Düül,
Guru Guru,
The Martian,
Can,
Derrick Morgan,
Black Pus,
Duran Duran,
Crime,
the Germs,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Searchers,
Minutemen,
Intrusion,
Average White Band,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Arthur Verocai,
Royal Trux,
Radio Birdman,
Gichy Dan,
Franke,
Steve Hackett,
The Kinks,
Lou Reed,
The Human League,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Blake Baxter,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Stooges,
Lyres,
Depeche Mode,
Grandmaster Flash,
Cymande,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Danielle Patucci,
Letta Mbulu,
Camberwell Now,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Fad Gadget,
the Soft Cell,
The Black Dice,
Sam Rivers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Cecil Taylor,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.