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 Cambodia and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Busters to the electroclash 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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
Alison Limerick,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gabor Szabo,
Chris Corsano,
The J.B.'s,
Mary Jane Girls,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Sonics,
Con Funk Shun,
Magazine,
The Buckinghams,
Alton Ellis,
The Pretty Things,
F. McDonald,
Eve St. Jones,
The Black Dice,
Lebanon Hanover,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Minnie Riperton,
Michelle Simonal,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kas Product,
Jeru the Damaja,
China Crisis,
Maleditus Sound,
LL Cool J,
Cecil Taylor,
Deadbeat,
The Doors,
Banda Bassotti,
Glambeats Corp.,
Man Parrish,
Thee Headcoats,
Mark Hollis,
Easy Going,
Quantec,
Audionom,
Rites of Spring,
T. Rex,
OOIOO,
Blake Baxter,
Loose Ends,
The Cowsills,
The Smiths,
John Cale,
Lalo Schifrin,
Grey Daturas,
Black Bananas,
Public Image Ltd.,
Qualms,
Au Pairs,
The Walker Brothers,
Sandy B,
Country Teasers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Aswad,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rosa Yemen,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Detroit Cobras,
Todd Terry,
Pagans,
The Fugs,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.