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 Kiribati and from Delhi.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
The Red Krayola,
Das Ding,
The Move,
Lebanon Hanover,
Big Daddy Kane,
Japan,
Scott Walker,
Negative Approach,
Steve Hackett,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Black Sheep,
Marine Girls,
Skriet,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Moebius,
Alphaville,
Nirvana,
The Raincoats,
John Coltrane,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Curtis Mayfield,
Suicide,
Arab on Radar,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Carl Craig,
Mad Mike,
World's Most,
Yaz,
Porter Ricks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gabor Szabo,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The J.B.'s,
Circle Jerks,
Thee Headcoats,
Deadbeat,
Reuben Wilson,
Suburban Knight,
Index,
Ice-T,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Accadde A,
Barry Ungar,
Sandy B,
LL Cool J,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Radiopuhelimet,
Metal Thangz,
Slave,
Simply Red,
Henry Cow,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Dirtbombs,
The Index,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Doors,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Dave Gahan,
Qualms,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.