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 Greece and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Adolescents to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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-102. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
Suburban Knight,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lakeside,
Smog,
Throbbing Gristle,
Fear,
Rod Modell,
Cluster,
Grey Daturas,
Blossom Toes,
The Smoke,
AZ,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bush Tetras,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Stockholm Monsters,
Barbara Tucker,
Crash Course in Science,
Man Parrish,
10cc,
Japan,
Drexciya,
Schoolly D,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
JFA,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Misunderstood,
Zapp,
The Red Krayola,
Colin Newman,
Lou Reed,
The Monks,
The Fuzztones,
Newcleus,
Gil Scott Heron,
Yellowson,
Cheater Slicks,
Unrelated Segments,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Roxette,
Electric Light Orchestra,
X-101,
Gang Gang Dance,
Inner City,
Scientists,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Modern Lovers,
Boredoms,
Royal Trux,
The Knickerbockers,
Skaos,
Fat Boys,
Qualms,
Howard Jones,
The Standells,
The Motions,
Junior Murvin,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kool Moe Dee,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.