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 Madagascar and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 MC5 to the jazz 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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All Q65 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
Adolescents,
Harry Pussy,
Al Stewart,
Vladislav Delay,
The Blackbyrds,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jandek,
the Association,
DJ Sneak,
Mars,
Ralphi Rosario,
Monks,
Wolf Eyes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ponytail,
Reagan Youth,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jawbox,
The Motions,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ludus,
Nico,
Rites of Spring,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Quadrant,
The Litter,
The Buckinghams,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Dave Gahan,
The Electric Prunes,
Au Pairs,
Faust,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Blake Baxter,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Nik Kershaw,
Zapp,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
UT,
Youth Brigade,
Clear Light,
Absolute Body Control,
Marc Almond,
Ten City,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Hot Snakes,
The Doors,
Amazonics,
Bobby Byrd,
Marvin Gaye,
Nirvana,
Unrelated Segments,
Franke,
Ultimate Spinach,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Toasters,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.