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 Fiji and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Birthday Party to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Babytalk,
The Offenders,
Agitation Free,
Eurythmics,
The Cowsills,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
X-101,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Davy DMX,
Y Pants,
Adolescents,
Bad Manners,
Spandau Ballet,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Chrome,
Andrew Hill,
R.M.O.,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Slits,
The Flesh Eaters,
Junior Murvin,
Cluster,
Hoover,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bootsy Collins,
Camouflage,
Carl Craig,
Warsaw,
Minutemen,
The Doors,
Flash Fearless,
Wolf Eyes,
Bob Dylan,
Black Sheep,
June Days,
The Cramps,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Glambeats Corp.,
Audionom,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Amon Düül,
the Association,
Schoolly D,
The Alarm Clocks,
Robert Görl,
Piero Umiliani,
Agent Orange,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Funky Four + One,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jimmy McGriff,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pantytec,
The Dirtbombs,
The Divine Comedy,
The Fugs,
The Raincoats,
The Toasters,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.