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 Tunisia and from Shanghai.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the güiro 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 The Searchers to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Carl Craig,
Agent Orange,
Joensuu 1685,
K-Klass,
Simply Red,
The Doors,
The Saints,
Ice-T,
The Fall,
Howard Jones,
Darondo,
F. McDonald,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
David Bowie,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ten City,
Can,
Bluetip,
Harpers Bizarre,
Absolute Body Control,
Skaos,
Boredoms,
Pet Shop Boys,
Eric Dolphy,
Juan Atkins,
Peter and Kerry,
The Raincoats,
Alison Limerick,
B.T. Express,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Electric Prunes,
Todd Terry,
Letta Mbulu,
Pole,
Underground Resistance,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Tremeloes,
The Dead C,
The Neon Judgement,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Bar-Kays,
Malaria!,
Boogie Down Productions,
Au Pairs,
Stockholm Monsters,
Desert Stars,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Hoover,
The Smiths,
Pantytec,
Adolescents,
Outsiders,
Pylon,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gang Starr,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Cymande,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Arcadia,
The Cure,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.