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 Ukraine and from Lille.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 a-ha to the dance 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 Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jandek record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
Cheater Slicks,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lalo Schifrin,
Steve Hackett,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Fear,
Ice-T,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Todd Terry,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Anthony Braxton,
Minutemen,
The Slackers,
Heaven 17,
Mandrill,
Loose Ends,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sparks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Accadde A,
Joey Negro,
Altered Images,
Jeff Lynne,
Reuben Wilson,
Traffic Nightmare,
KRS-One,
Thee Headcoats,
Boredoms,
Electric Prunes,
JFA,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Black Bananas,
Stereo Dub,
Andrew Hill,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Motorama,
Terry Callier,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Quando Quango,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Khruangbin,
Eli Mardock,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Eric Dolphy,
Byron Stingily,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Electric Prunes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Swans,
These Immortal Souls,
MC5,
Sam Rivers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Mars,
Pussy Galore,
Pierre Henry,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.