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 San Marino and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 Minutemen to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
Ornette Coleman,
Echospace,
Leonard Cohen,
EPMD,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Pretty Things,
Livin' Joy,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bobby Sherman,
Flash Fearless,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Electric Prunes,
Byron Stingily,
Agent Orange,
Sixth Finger,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
E-Dancer,
Visage,
Blake Baxter,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Mr. Review,
Jeff Lynne,
Malaria!,
Alice Coltrane,
Ponytail,
Index,
Ultimate Spinach,
Newcleus,
Ralphi Rosario,
Eric Copeland,
Unwound,
The Martian,
Parry Music,
Monolake,
Wire,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Happenings,
Japan,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Zapp,
Jeff Mills,
Second Layer,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sight & Sound,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Aloha Tigers,
Marshall Jefferson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Cure,
The Dirtbombs,
The Modern Lovers,
T. Rex,
Blancmange,
Freddie Wadling,
Letta Mbulu,
Grey Daturas,
The Zeros,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.