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 Poland and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 güiro 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 John Foxx to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace 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 '80s.
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 Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
Bob Dylan,
Pantaleimon,
Pylon,
Todd Rundgren,
Avey Tare,
KRS-One,
Mars,
Joe Smooth,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Saccharine Trust,
Scan 7,
Janne Schatter,
Mo-Dettes,
Alton Ellis,
Sam Rivers,
Eric Dolphy,
L. Decosne,
Radiopuhelimet,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Spoonie Gee,
Yellowson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Arcadia,
Ronnie Foster,
Michelle Simonal,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sparks,
Nico,
Laurel Aitken,
Marine Girls,
The Residents,
Agent Orange,
Zapp,
Moss Icon,
Can,
Don Cherry,
The Grass Roots,
Archie Shepp,
kango's stein massive,
Adolescents,
Brothers Johnson,
John Lydon,
Funkadelic,
The J.B.'s,
Stockholm Monsters,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Masters at Work,
Howard Jones,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Slave,
the Slits,
Mantronix,
Model 500,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sugar Minott,
Eric Copeland,
Sarah Menescal,
X-102,
Thee Headcoats,
Stetsasonic,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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.