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 Kosovo and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 snare 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 Chris Corsano to the dance 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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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 Five Americans,
Cal Tjader,
The Fall,
The Alarm Clocks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Velvet Underground,
Loose Ends,
Public Image Ltd.,
Fat Boys,
Ornette Coleman,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Junior Murvin,
The Martian,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Mo-Dettes,
Minor Threat,
The Gun Club,
Shuggie Otis,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Stetsasonic,
David Axelrod,
the Slits,
Lee Hazlewood,
Davy DMX,
Khruangbin,
Lou Reed,
Pierre Henry,
Aswad,
The Motions,
Pulsallama,
CMW,
Liliput,
Wasted Youth,
The Golliwogs,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Soul II Soul,
Rhythm & Sound,
Roy Ayers,
Sex Pistols,
The Associates,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Eden Ahbez,
Au Pairs,
These Immortal Souls,
Traffic Nightmare,
Girls At Our Best!,
Camberwell Now,
Mad Mike,
One Last Wish,
Terry Callier,
Chris & Cosey,
48th St. Collective,
H. Thieme,
Bauhaus,
Colin Newman,
Sam Rivers,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Monks,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.