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 Paraguay and from Cairo.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the dance 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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sonic Youth,
a-ha,
Joe Smooth,
Prince Buster,
MDC,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Grauzone,
DJ Sneak,
The Residents,
Cluster,
Mad Mike,
Roxette,
Sandy B,
Y Pants,
The Divine Comedy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Robert Wyatt,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Surgeon,
Unrelated Segments,
Mo-Dettes,
Clear Light,
Monks,
Average White Band,
Crispian St. Peters,
DNA,
F. McDonald,
Harry Pussy,
The Fall,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lucky Dragons,
Marvin Gaye,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
La Düsseldorf,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gong,
Au Pairs,
Al Stewart,
The Searchers,
Black Flag,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sun City Girls,
Fad Gadget,
Ossler,
the Soft Cell,
The Sonics,
Funky Four + One,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Scratch Acid,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jandek,
Malaria!,
Excepter,
Aswad,
Stereo Dub,
Monolake,
Josef K,
Amon Düül,
Absolute Body Control,
Angry Samoans,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.