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 Bhutan 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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 guitar 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 Mantronix to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
Crooked Eye,
Adolescents,
Agitation Free,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bobby Hutcherson,
DJ Sneak,
Soft Cell,
Bobby Sherman,
Al Stewart,
The Skatalites,
Depeche Mode,
Idris Muhammad,
Average White Band,
Bizarre Inc.,
Marvin Gaye,
The Beau Brummels,
The Last Poets,
Wally Richardson,
Jesper Dahlback,
Cecil Taylor,
The American Breed,
Subhumans,
Deepchord,
Hoover,
Jeff Mills,
The Walker Brothers,
Anthony Braxton,
Hashim,
The Move,
DNA,
Bronski Beat,
The Barracudas,
Amon Düül II,
Japan,
Roxette,
Fluxion,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jimmy McGriff,
Radiopuhelimet,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rites of Spring,
Scientists,
Joyce Sims,
Niagra,
The Monks,
Dave Gahan,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kerri Chandler,
Lucky Dragons,
Bill Near,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Hot Snakes,
Eric Copeland,
The Sound,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Wings,
10cc,
Sun Ra,
Banda Bassotti,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.