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 Mozambique and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Lou Reed 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 The American Breed to the grunge 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 The Happenings. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
the Swans,
The Dave Clark Five,
Das Ding,
Main Source,
Rapeman,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gastr Del Sol,
Los Fastidios,
The Monochrome Set,
Alton Ellis,
EPMD,
Piero Umiliani,
Joy Division,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Soft Machine,
Mo-Dettes,
Barclay James Harvest,
Cybotron,
Aswad,
The Dead C,
The Move,
The Smiths,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Can,
The Slits,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Blancmange,
Magazine,
The Gories,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Whodini,
K-Klass,
Con Funk Shun,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Marine Girls,
Wire,
The Saints,
L. Decosne,
Minutemen,
Man Parrish,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Talk Talk,
Lakeside,
Kaleidoscope,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Searchers,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Zeros,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kas Product,
X-101,
Sex Pistols,
Terrestrial Tones,
This Heat,
World's Most,
The Evens,
Sixth Finger,
Joensuu 1685,
Cluster,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.