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 Germany and from Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Unwound to the electroclash 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
The Tremeloes,
Amon Düül,
Wally Richardson,
June Days,
Hot Snakes,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ken Boothe,
Joyce Sims,
Tropical Tobacco,
Marine Girls,
The Toasters,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Wake,
Judy Mowatt,
John Lydon,
Glambeats Corp.,
PIL,
Girls At Our Best!,
Mars,
Blake Baxter,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
John Foxx,
the Sonics,
Cheater Slicks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Selecter,
The Misunderstood,
Spoonie Gee,
Main Source,
Accadde A,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gil Scott Heron,
Donny Hathaway,
Thee Headcoats,
Franke,
Hoover,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
John Cale,
Wasted Youth,
Black Bananas,
Leonard Cohen,
Grandmaster Flash,
Shuggie Otis,
Suburban Knight,
Neu!,
OOIOO,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jeff Lynne,
Roger Hodgson,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lou Reed,
Joe Finger,
The Saints,
Idris Muhammad,
Outsiders,
Frankie Knuckles,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.