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 Antigua and from Johannesburg.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Skaos to the disco 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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
Terrestrial Tones,
Delon & Dalcan,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Joe Finger,
Symarip,
Junior Murvin,
The Modern Lovers,
Goldenarms,
Jandek,
FM Einheit,
a-ha,
Radiohead,
Bobby Sherman,
Country Teasers,
Chris & Cosey,
Jeff Lynne,
Gang Starr,
Sister Nancy,
Newcleus,
Morten Harket,
Lower 48,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Dirtbombs,
Agent Orange,
Groovy Waters,
The Standells,
Half Japanese,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Last Poets,
Jeru the Damaja,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Masters at Work,
the Soft Cell,
Flipper,
Stereo Dub,
PIL,
Vainqueur,
Electric Prunes,
Don Cherry,
Tom Boy,
Danielle Patucci,
The Techniques,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Oblivians,
Brand Nubian,
Mo-Dettes,
The Saints,
Saccharine Trust,
The Moody Blues,
The Sonics,
The Fire Engines,
Nils Olav,
48th St. Collective,
Rhythm & Sound,
Beasts of Bourbon,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.