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 Nigeria and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Stooges to the electroclash 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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Smoke,
LL Cool J,
Crash Course in Science,
The Cramps,
Brick,
The Gap Band,
10cc,
Oneida,
Infiniti,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Deepchord,
Tom Boy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Seeds,
Wings,
Joyce Sims,
The Residents,
Depeche Mode,
Slick Rick,
CMW,
Lower 48,
D'Angelo,
Arab on Radar,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Quando Quango,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Newcleus,
The Grass Roots,
Todd Rundgren,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Saints,
Jacques Brel,
Slave,
Schoolly D,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Durutti Column,
Lou Reed,
The Motions,
Brothers Johnson,
cv313,
The J.B.'s,
Colin Newman,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Thompson Twins,
Piero Umiliani,
Mission of Burma,
Brass Construction,
World's Most,
The Fugs,
Neil Young,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gang Gang Dance,
X-101,
FM Einheit,
A Certain Ratio,
Tommy Roe,
Absolute Body Control,
Chris Corsano,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.