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 Greece and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 oboe 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 Surgeon 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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
The Birthday Party,
The Blues Magoos,
Pere Ubu,
Flamin' Groovies,
Reuben Wilson,
Fear,
David Bowie,
Jacob Miller,
Sugar Minott,
Glenn Branca,
Los Fastidios,
Infiniti,
Marine Girls,
The Fall,
Unrelated Segments,
Zapp,
John Foxx,
The Wake,
Albert Ayler,
Joey Negro,
Charles Mingus,
Q and Not U,
Tropical Tobacco,
CMW,
E-Dancer,
Michelle Simonal,
The Real Kids,
Ronnie Foster,
Tim Buckley,
Rotary Connection,
Scion,
The Fugs,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Buckinghams,
Ossler,
Leonard Cohen,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pussy Galore,
Bobby Womack,
Cluster,
James Chance & The Contortions,
PIL,
The Alarm Clocks,
One Last Wish,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lower 48,
Tommy Roe,
Traffic Nightmare,
Silicon Teens,
Isaac Hayes,
Robert Görl,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sight & Sound,
New York Dolls,
Byron Stingily,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Slackers,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.