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 Djibouti and from Mexico City.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 guitar 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 Magazine to the punk 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 the Germs. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
D'Angelo,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lower 48,
Gang Starr,
Joey Negro,
Dorothy Ashby,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
New Age Steppers,
Lakeside,
The Music Machine,
Bobby Sherman,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
T.S.O.L.,
Yusef Lateef,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Unwound,
Wings,
the Swans,
Sun City Girls,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Association,
The Alarm Clocks,
Blossom Toes,
The Slits,
Skaos,
The Zeros,
Adolescents,
Lucky Dragons,
Second Layer,
Joe Finger,
Alice Coltrane,
Ornette Coleman,
Reagan Youth,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rekid,
Laurel Aitken,
Erasure,
the Sonics,
Grey Daturas,
Chrome,
Eddi Front,
Eric Copeland,
Clear Light,
Sam Rivers,
Royal Trux,
Suicide,
The Buckinghams,
Crime,
Los Fastidios,
Kenny Larkin,
Y Pants,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Hasil Adkins,
Icehouse,
The Birthday Party,
The Golliwogs,
Toni Rubio,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.