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 Vanuatu and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 chamberlin 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hot Snakes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
Ten City,
The New Christs,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lalann,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Aloha Tigers,
Desert Stars,
Boogie Down Productions,
Neu!,
L. Decosne,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Doobie Brothers,
Roxy Music,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Television,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Model 500,
Derrick Morgan,
Althea and Donna,
John Coltrane,
Erykah Badu,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Anakelly,
Outsiders,
Crooked Eye,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Seeds,
Lucky Dragons,
Kaleidoscope,
Organ,
The Raincoats,
The Moleskins,
Black Sheep,
The Electric Prunes,
The Sonics,
Japan,
The Fuzztones,
Avey Tare,
MDC,
One Last Wish,
Das Ding,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Victims,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Motions,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ultimate Spinach,
This Heat,
Big Daddy Kane,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
R.M.O.,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Dual Sessions,
Byron Stingily,
Peter and Kerry,
The Cure,
Sun City Girls,
Todd Rundgren,
Gang of Four,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.