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 Australia and from Mumbai.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Hot Snakes to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
Gong,
Wings,
Warren Ellis,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rosa Yemen,
Peter and Kerry,
X-Ray Spex,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Monks,
Jacob Miller,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Joensuu 1685,
X-101,
Ossler,
Roy Ayers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Black Flag,
Terry Callier,
Crash Course in Science,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Robert Hood,
Ponytail,
The Music Machine,
The Dead C,
The Flesh Eaters,
Can,
Mars,
B.T. Express,
Eric Dolphy,
Kaleidoscope,
the Association,
Aural Exciters,
Electric Prunes,
Fad Gadget,
Adolescents,
Al Stewart,
The Sound,
One Last Wish,
Michelle Simonal,
The Neon Judgement,
The Residents,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Joe Finger,
Eden Ahbez,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Fania All-Stars,
Albert Ayler,
Eli Mardock,
Susan Cadogan,
Y Pants,
Alison Limerick,
The Moleskins,
Bobby Sherman,
Rotary Connection,
Sister Nancy,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lyres,
the Germs,
The Beau Brummels,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Quadrant,
The American Breed,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.