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 Netherlands and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 the Association to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
Deepchord,
The Red Krayola,
Brothers Johnson,
Unwound,
X-102,
The Index,
Maurizio,
Cal Tjader,
Schoolly D,
These Immortal Souls,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lindisfarne,
Moby Grape,
Quantec,
Joensuu 1685,
FM Einheit,
Tears for Fears,
The Black Dice,
Moss Icon,
Bluetip,
Alphaville,
Icehouse,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Move,
The Raincoats,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Underground Resistance,
Warren Ellis,
Skriet,
Pylon,
The Gladiators,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Deakin,
David Bowie,
Girls At Our Best!,
Saccharine Trust,
Bizarre Inc.,
Toni Rubio,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jandek,
Marcia Griffiths,
Half Japanese,
Technova,
The Seeds,
The Real Kids,
Silicon Teens,
The Fall,
Jerry's Kids,
The Pretty Things,
Jacques Brel,
Eric Copeland,
Avey Tare,
Charles Mingus,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Wally Richardson,
the Swans,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Zeros,
Rotary Connection,
U.S. Maple,
Tres Demented,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Absolute Body Control,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.