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 Congo and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
The Stooges,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gregory Isaacs,
U.S. Maple,
These Immortal Souls,
Marmalade,
Con Funk Shun,
T. Rex,
Drive Like Jehu,
Hot Snakes,
Maleditus Sound,
The Remains,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lee Hazlewood,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Crash Course in Science,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Crooked Eye,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sister Nancy,
A Certain Ratio,
Avey Tare,
Aaron Thompson,
The Index,
Eli Mardock,
The Angels of Light,
Rhythm & Sound,
John Holt,
Anakelly,
Dark Day,
The Fugs,
Albert Ayler,
The United States of America,
The Cowsills,
Mission of Burma,
Public Enemy,
Ornette Coleman,
The J.B.'s,
Q and Not U,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pussy Galore,
Masters at Work,
Babytalk,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Star Department,
Godley & Creme,
The Names,
Pharoah Sanders,
Procol Harum,
The Associates,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jimmy McGriff,
John Cale,
Skriet,
Buzzcocks,
The Modern Lovers,
Tears for Fears,
Sixth Finger,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.