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 Micronesia and from Mexico City.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Groovy Waters to the crunk 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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League 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 '80s 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 Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
Toni Rubio,
Basic Channel,
Minor Threat,
Deadbeat,
Negative Approach,
Cymande,
Sex Pistols,
Television,
the Normal,
Can,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Throbbing Gristle,
The United States of America,
Eric Dolphy,
Arthur Verocai,
The Count Five,
Bad Manners,
Easy Going,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Sound,
Chris Corsano,
Depeche Mode,
The Gun Club,
The Skatalites,
The Last Poets,
Spandau Ballet,
Mantronix,
Amon Düül,
Sun City Girls,
Dual Sessions,
Monks,
Kerri Chandler,
Moby Grape,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Wasted Youth,
Pierre Henry,
Television Personalities,
Warren Ellis,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Spoonie Gee,
Derrick May,
Ronnie Foster,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Howard Jones,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Germs,
The Mojo Men,
Chrome,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Isaac Hayes,
Piero Umiliani,
kango's stein massive,
Alphaville,
Connie Case,
Rakim,
Lakeside,
Lucky Dragons,
The Doobie Brothers,
Warsaw,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.