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 Indonesia 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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare 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 Los Fastidios to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
Roxy Music,
Mark Hollis,
One Last Wish,
Nirvana,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
UT,
The Stooges,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Underground Resistance,
The Velvet Underground,
Y Pants,
Lalo Schifrin,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Pop Group,
Zapp,
Alison Limerick,
Frankie Knuckles,
Negative Approach,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Brand Nubian,
Barbara Tucker,
Mary Jane Girls,
Spoonie Gee,
cv313,
Boredoms,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Symarip,
Angry Samoans,
Swans,
Slave,
New York Dolls,
Monolake,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lightning Bolt,
Eve St. Jones,
The Dirtbombs,
Tom Boy,
Yusef Lateef,
Bush Tetras,
Colin Newman,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Steve Hackett,
The Toasters,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Accadde A,
Simply Red,
Tommy Roe,
Loose Ends,
Curtis Mayfield,
Interpol,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Blues Magoos,
Barclay James Harvest,
John Cale,
John Holt,
Ten City,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.