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 Micronesia and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 New Age Steppers to the funk 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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
Depeche Mode,
Spandau Ballet,
Pet Shop Boys,
Smog,
Jawbox,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Camouflage,
The Fall,
Sam Rivers,
Bauhaus,
Scan 7,
Sonny Sharrock,
Iggy Pop,
Radio Birdman,
R.M.O.,
Sarah Menescal,
Second Layer,
Fugazi,
Neil Young,
Nils Olav,
Crime,
Crispian St. Peters,
Groovy Waters,
Donald Byrd,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Arcadia,
Bluetip,
Babytalk,
Girls At Our Best!,
June of 44,
Ralphi Rosario,
Eric B and Rakim,
Radiohead,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Delon & Dalcan,
MDC,
Skarface,
L. Decosne,
Brothers Johnson,
T. Rex,
Eden Ahbez,
the Swans,
Bang On A Can,
Sun City Girls,
The Dirtbombs,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Moby Grape,
Stiv Bators,
Aswad,
Carl Craig,
Suicide,
Audionom,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Amon Düül II,
Heaven 17,
Fela Kuti,
Joe Smooth,
Essential Logic,
Buzzcocks,
Basic Channel,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.