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 China and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Lou Reed to the dance 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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
Jacques Brel,
Tim Buckley,
Loose Ends,
Sandy B,
John Holt,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Alison Limerick,
Eric Copeland,
The Cure,
Duran Duran,
KRS-One,
Hot Snakes,
Franke,
Cameo,
Section 25,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Zapp,
Glenn Branca,
Sugar Minott,
Nick Fraelich,
Thee Headcoats,
Dual Sessions,
Magma,
Silicon Teens,
Bluetip,
Half Japanese,
China Crisis,
The Divine Comedy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Slick Rick,
The Slits,
Crispy Ambulance,
a-ha,
Ronan,
Fatback Band,
Andrew Hill,
Stetsasonic,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Deakin,
June of 44,
Lebanon Hanover,
Todd Rundgren,
Eddi Front,
Television,
The Fall,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ornette Coleman,
The New Christs,
Yaz,
Sex Pistols,
D'Angelo,
Derrick May,
ABBA,
Aaron Thompson,
Livin' Joy,
Chris Corsano,
Funkadelic,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
David McCallum,
Marine Girls,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.