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 Marshall Islands and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 arpeggiator 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 Flipper to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
The Litter,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Alphaville,
Hashim,
F. McDonald,
Wasted Youth,
The Remains,
Slave,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Chris & Cosey,
The Gories,
Main Source,
Harpers Bizarre,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
AZ,
Matthew Halsall,
Outsiders,
Minny Pops,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Golliwogs,
Niagra,
The Grass Roots,
UT,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Don Cherry,
The Monks,
Blancmange,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Dave Gahan,
MDC,
10cc,
Rites of Spring,
the Germs,
Anakelly,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
David Axelrod,
Cecil Taylor,
Traffic Nightmare,
Icehouse,
New Age Steppers,
Neil Young,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ossler,
The Motions,
The Divine Comedy,
John Lydon,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Mummies,
Groovy Waters,
Delta 5,
the Association,
Oneida,
The Gun Club,
Minnie Riperton,
Kurtis Blow,
Neu!,
The Birthday Party,
The Five Americans,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.