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 Ireland and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Crime to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
Young Marble Giants,
Grauzone,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Smoke,
Robert Hood,
The Saints,
Cluster,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Livin' Joy,
Wasted Youth,
Bob Dylan,
Neu!,
Ronan,
Reuben Wilson,
Con Funk Shun,
The Blues Magoos,
MC5,
Adolescents,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The United States of America,
Letta Mbulu,
Delta 5,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jandek,
Loose Ends,
Rotary Connection,
the Sonics,
Lou Christie,
Arab on Radar,
Joe Finger,
Magma,
K-Klass,
48th St. Collective,
Unwound,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jeff Lynne,
Fela Kuti,
AZ,
The Motions,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Television,
Second Layer,
Soul II Soul,
The Monks,
Jacques Brel,
The Dirtbombs,
Surgeon,
Arthur Verocai,
Minny Pops,
The Associates,
The Fortunes,
Agent Orange,
Iggy Pop,
One Last Wish,
Siglo XX,
Parry Music,
Marcia Griffiths,
China Crisis,
Chrome,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Hoover,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.