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 Peru and from Mumbai.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 harpsichord 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 Pole to the funk 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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
La Düsseldorf,
Groovy Waters,
Magazine,
Oblivians,
Grey Daturas,
Blake Baxter,
Pylon,
Half Japanese,
Flash Fearless,
The Angels of Light,
Todd Terry,
Talk Talk,
The Five Americans,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jerry's Kids,
The Standells,
Lightning Bolt,
Dark Day,
Dawn Penn,
Ultra Naté,
Althea and Donna,
Sam Rivers,
Theoretical Girls,
Michelle Simonal,
The Toasters,
Lucky Dragons,
Organ,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Moody Blues,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
X-102,
The Monochrome Set,
Can,
These Immortal Souls,
T.S.O.L.,
Kerri Chandler,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Maurizio,
Boogie Down Productions,
Fear,
Aural Exciters,
Connie Case,
The Evens,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Golliwogs,
Visage,
The Happenings,
The Last Poets,
Schoolly D,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gerry Rafferty,
Mantronix,
New Age Steppers,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.