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 Monaco and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 sitar 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 Ronnie Foster to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Standells. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
Matthew Halsall,
Can,
Tubeway Army,
Joe Smooth,
Underground Resistance,
Eddi Front,
Moss Icon,
Lalann,
Bluetip,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sällskapet,
The Knickerbockers,
Warsaw,
John Holt,
The Velvet Underground,
The Victims,
Aswad,
Todd Terry,
Country Teasers,
Chrome,
Unrelated Segments,
Liliput,
Subhumans,
Peter and Kerry,
Symarip,
Angry Samoans,
The Selecter,
Urselle,
Lungfish,
Funkadelic,
The Pop Group,
Agitation Free,
Ituana,
Rufus Thomas,
The Toasters,
Hardrive,
Yaz,
Lalo Schifrin,
B.T. Express,
the Association,
The Fire Engines,
Banda Bassotti,
The Mummies,
Harry Pussy,
Wally Richardson,
Lucky Dragons,
The Gap Band,
Johnny Osbourne,
Barry Ungar,
The Young Rascals,
The Sound,
T.S.O.L.,
Sun City Girls,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Cowsills,
Vainqueur,
The Red Krayola,
The Offenders,
The Real Kids,
Camberwell Now,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.