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 Finland and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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?
Quadrant,
Jeff Lynne,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Mark Hollis,
Barry Ungar,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Kinks,
The Buckinghams,
Joy Division,
CMW,
Procol Harum,
The Gladiators,
Prince Buster,
The Star Department,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sun City Girls,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Radio Birdman,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Pretty Things,
Maleditus Sound,
Roy Ayers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Crispy Ambulance,
Loose Ends,
Curtis Mayfield,
Eric B and Rakim,
Eve St. Jones,
The Toasters,
Aloha Tigers,
Terry Callier,
Kaleidoscope,
The Standells,
Barbara Tucker,
The Litter,
Jacob Miller,
Andrew Hill,
Nik Kershaw,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Saccharine Trust,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Colin Newman,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kas Product,
David Bowie,
Sugar Minott,
New Age Steppers,
Fear,
Rites of Spring,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Crispian St. Peters,
Dead Boys,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Alton Ellis,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Fuzztones,
Quando Quango,
OOIOO,
Fat Boys,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.