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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 guitar 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 Stetsasonic 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 The Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Chrome,
Max Romeo,
The Fortunes,
The Doobie Brothers,
Roger Hodgson,
Unwound,
Lalann,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Cowsills,
New York Dolls,
Rites of Spring,
Loose Ends,
R.M.O.,
Joy Division,
Goldenarms,
Crispy Ambulance,
Nation of Ulysses,
Agent Orange,
Duran Duran,
The Selecter,
Danielle Patucci,
Pulsallama,
Glambeats Corp.,
Severed Heads,
The Seeds,
Judy Mowatt,
Mars,
Fugazi,
Whodini,
Idris Muhammad,
the Soft Cell,
cv313,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Masters at Work,
Tears for Fears,
Grey Daturas,
Little Man,
The Monochrome Set,
Gong,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lyres,
K-Klass,
Harry Pussy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ronnie Foster,
Donny Hathaway,
Tres Demented,
The Busters,
Crime,
Alton Ellis,
10cc,
The Saints,
The Residents,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Maleditus Sound,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Dark Day,
Section 25,
Thee Headcoats,
Smog,
Albert Ayler,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.