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 Nicaragua and from Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Jandek to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Slackers,
David McCallum,
The Smiths,
Black Moon,
Blancmange,
Index,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Hot Snakes,
Lungfish,
Deakin,
Liliput,
Half Japanese,
Average White Band,
Procol Harum,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Grass Roots,
Deadbeat,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bluetip,
The Techniques,
Slave,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Faraquet,
Eve St. Jones,
Faust,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Shadows of Knight,
Cybotron,
Gang Gang Dance,
Wasted Youth,
Bad Manners,
Cymande,
Matthew Bourne,
Letta Mbulu,
The J.B.'s,
the Normal,
Fad Gadget,
Ronnie Foster,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sexual Harrassment,
Fatback Band,
Sällskapet,
Oblivians,
Niagra,
Scratch Acid,
Adolescents,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Monks,
Kurtis Blow,
Amon Düül,
the Germs,
Sixth Finger,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Parry Music,
Visage,
Piero Umiliani,
Neil Young,
The Evens,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.