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 Malta and from Jakarta.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the linndrum 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 The Moleskins to the grunge 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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q65 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Neu!,
Rufus Thomas,
Hasil Adkins,
T. Rex,
Black Flag,
Piero Umiliani,
Subhumans,
Fela Kuti,
Alison Limerick,
Aloha Tigers,
The Cramps,
Kerri Chandler,
Bobby Byrd,
Crooked Eye,
Nick Fraelich,
Model 500,
Main Source,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gil Scott Heron,
Supertramp,
Motorama,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Fania All-Stars,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Arcadia,
Quadrant,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Skaos,
Lou Reed,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Matthew Bourne,
The Modern Lovers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Marshall Jefferson,
Eden Ahbez,
Amazonics,
Yaz,
Ornette Coleman,
Juan Atkins,
The Flesh Eaters,
Davy DMX,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Loose Ends,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Last Poets,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Skarface,
Bob Dylan,
Masters at Work,
Fat Boys,
Cal Tjader,
Ten City,
Marcia Griffiths,
The American Breed,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Adolescents,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Dennis Brown,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.