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 Bangladesh and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Black Flag to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
Jeff Lynne,
Darondo,
Erykah Badu,
X-101,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Stockholm Monsters,
Amon Düül,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Fuzztones,
Spoonie Gee,
Hashim,
Little Man,
Matthew Bourne,
Ten City,
Kurtis Blow,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pulsallama,
In Retrospect,
X-102,
The Litter,
Pussy Galore,
The Tremeloes,
Porter Ricks,
Monks,
The Young Rascals,
Visage,
Mad Mike,
Dennis Brown,
Fatback Band,
Sight & Sound,
Peter & Gordon,
The Fortunes,
Rakim,
Funkadelic,
La Düsseldorf,
Crispy Ambulance,
Surgeon,
Nirvana,
The Alarm Clocks,
Todd Rundgren,
Lungfish,
New York Dolls,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Man Parrish,
Sällskapet,
The Electric Prunes,
Steve Hackett,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sound Behaviour,
the Normal,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Main Source,
Fugazi,
Jeru the Damaja,
Heaven 17,
the Bar-Kays,
Soft Cell,
Pole,
CMW,
Matthew Halsall,
Gabor Szabo,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.