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 Gabon and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 The Gun Club to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
Blake Baxter,
Lalann,
Anthony Braxton,
Sarah Menescal,
Peter and Kerry,
Wings,
Dead Boys,
The Fugs,
Bobby Womack,
Marvin Gaye,
Darondo,
The Sound,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Human League,
Marcia Griffiths,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
One Last Wish,
Johnny Clarke,
Oneida,
Nick Fraelich,
David McCallum,
Babytalk,
Amazonics,
Suicide,
Scan 7,
Quantec,
John Holt,
Oblivians,
Eddi Front,
Ponytail,
The Pretty Things,
Rhythm & Sound,
Tears for Fears,
Zapp,
A Certain Ratio,
Easy Going,
Tom Boy,
The Barracudas,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Main Source,
Todd Rundgren,
World's Most,
Kas Product,
Minutemen,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Radiohead,
The Seeds,
Lower 48,
Ituana,
The Alarm Clocks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Public Enemy,
Fatback Band,
Sister Nancy,
The Velvet Underground,
Sun Ra,
OOIOO,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Mojo Men,
Television Personalities,
Agitation Free,
The Monochrome Set,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.