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 Tonga and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 sitar 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 Jerry's Kids to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
Traffic Nightmare,
Soulsonic Force,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Crime,
Pere Ubu,
Deakin,
The Standells,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rosa Yemen,
Johnny Clarke,
The Cure,
The Modern Lovers,
Pulsallama,
Bauhaus,
Chris Corsano,
Wings,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Offenders,
Sixth Finger,
Aaron Thompson,
DNA,
The Saints,
Grey Daturas,
Bob Dylan,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Electric Prunes,
Malaria!,
Talk Talk,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Names,
Kayak,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Dorothy Ashby,
Marshall Jefferson,
Vladislav Delay,
ABBA,
Anthony Braxton,
Adolescents,
Severed Heads,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Eric Dolphy,
Kurtis Blow,
H. Thieme,
Freddie Wadling,
Grauzone,
T. Rex,
Donny Hathaway,
the Human League,
Subhumans,
the Association,
Marc Almond,
Bush Tetras,
Drexciya,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Chrome,
New Order,
James White and The Blacks,
Simply Red,
Faraquet,
The Buckinghams,
Black Sheep,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.