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 Pakistan and from Seoul.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Minutemen to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
Bad Manners,
the Bar-Kays,
The Walker Brothers,
Connie Case,
The United States of America,
The Pretty Things,
Soul Sonic Force,
John Cale,
The Litter,
Arab on Radar,
Pole,
Tommy Roe,
Arcadia,
Monks,
Camouflage,
Jacques Brel,
Joey Negro,
Maleditus Sound,
Al Stewart,
Basic Channel,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Motorama,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Young Rascals,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Barracudas,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Schoolly D,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pylon,
Peter and Kerry,
Los Fastidios,
Susan Cadogan,
The Gun Club,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
X-101,
The Grass Roots,
Godley & Creme,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lyres,
Arthur Verocai,
The Leaves,
Franke,
The Trojans,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Albert Ayler,
Adolescents,
Rhythm & Sound,
Nirvana,
Little Man,
Chris Corsano,
Swell Maps,
T. Rex,
Gabor Szabo,
Suburban Knight,
Patti Smith,
The Smiths,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.