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 Solomon Islands and from Cairo.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 mellotron 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 Toni Rubio 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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
Porter Ricks,
Unwound,
Nils Olav,
Radiopuhelimet,
Country Teasers,
Sexual Harrassment,
Nick Fraelich,
Rotary Connection,
Cheater Slicks,
Bill Wells,
Yazoo,
Lou Christie,
Minutemen,
the Germs,
The Buckinghams,
Make Up,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Moebius,
Cecil Taylor,
UT,
Audionom,
Lalann,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Five Americans,
The Residents,
David McCallum,
The Motions,
New Order,
kango's stein massive,
Drexciya,
The Last Poets,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Fuzztones,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bizarre Inc.,
Das Ding,
The Slits,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rod Modell,
The Misunderstood,
Crash Course in Science,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Liliput,
Robert Hood,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Cymande,
John Coltrane,
Marcia Griffiths,
Alice Coltrane,
Smog,
cv313,
Prince Buster,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Sonics,
Sex Pistols,
Drive Like Jehu,
Los Fastidios,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.