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 Russia and from Spokane.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Jerry's Kids to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Faraquet,
Heaven 17,
Barrington Levy,
Sällskapet,
Ossler,
Bronski Beat,
The Index,
Tubeway Army,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Last Poets,
Dead Boys,
The Fugs,
Youth Brigade,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Terry Callier,
OOIOO,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Brothers Johnson,
Von Mondo,
The Count Five,
Eurythmics,
Franke,
Matthew Bourne,
June of 44,
Laurel Aitken,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gang of Four,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lyres,
the Normal,
Can,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Grey Daturas,
Boz Scaggs,
UT,
Wally Richardson,
DNA,
China Crisis,
Eli Mardock,
The Monochrome Set,
Freddie Wadling,
Pylon,
The Associates,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Dead C,
cv313,
Iggy Pop,
Swans,
Electric Prunes,
Sister Nancy,
Black Flag,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kool Moe Dee,
Alphaville,
Ten City,
Yazoo,
Dorothy Ashby,
Au Pairs,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.