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 Vanuatu 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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Pussy Galore to the dance 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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
Nils Olav,
Arcadia,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Angry Samoans,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Real Kids,
Joe Smooth,
Joy Division,
Pharoah Sanders,
Scientists,
Letta Mbulu,
Rapeman,
Aswad,
Sam Rivers,
Zero Boys,
The Evens,
Gastr Del Sol,
Boredoms,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Con Funk Shun,
Magma,
Sound Behaviour,
Lungfish,
Marc Almond,
the Sonics,
FM Einheit,
Mad Mike,
John Lydon,
Eve St. Jones,
Public Enemy,
Faraquet,
Can,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kayak,
Bronski Beat,
Wire,
The Tremeloes,
Inner City,
Marcia Griffiths,
Girls At Our Best!,
Flash Fearless,
The Cure,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Little Man,
Half Japanese,
Reuben Wilson,
T.S.O.L.,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Wasted Youth,
Cheater Slicks,
Shoche,
The Angels of Light,
JFA,
the Soft Cell,
This Heat,
Flipper,
The Motions,
Ralphi Rosario,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.