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 Equatorial Guinea and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Standells to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
Arcadia,
Rites of Spring,
The Searchers,
Danielle Patucci,
The Star Department,
Prince Buster,
Aloha Tigers,
The Music Machine,
Terry Callier,
Unwound,
Junior Murvin,
The Monks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Man Parrish,
Oblivians,
Harry Pussy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rakim,
OOIOO,
The Names,
Rotary Connection,
The Barracudas,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Amazonics,
Piero Umiliani,
Jeff Lynne,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ronan,
Skarface,
Dawn Penn,
AZ,
Fad Gadget,
The Mojo Men,
Darondo,
Sandy B,
Swans,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Anthony Braxton,
Ludus,
Theoretical Girls,
Pagans,
Toni Rubio,
the Bar-Kays,
48th St. Collective,
Bootsy Collins,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sister Nancy,
X-Ray Spex,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Scion,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Barbara Tucker,
Procol Harum,
Pantaleimon,
Ralphi Rosario,
Severed Heads,
The Slits,
Carl Craig,
Jerry's Kids,
Schoolly D,
Kas Product,
Franke,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.