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 Spain and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Cairo.
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 linndrum 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 X-102 to the techno 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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
Television,
JFA,
Danielle Patucci,
Lucky Dragons,
Brand Nubian,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Robert Hood,
Barry Ungar,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Divine Comedy,
Slave,
Underground Resistance,
Ludus,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Alice Coltrane,
Crash Course in Science,
Howard Jones,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Crooked Eye,
Mars,
Isaac Hayes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Human League,
Marc Almond,
Amon Düül,
Smog,
Fela Kuti,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sugar Minott,
Robert Wyatt,
The Techniques,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Boredoms,
Dave Gahan,
Metal Thangz,
The Skatalites,
Sonic Youth,
The New Christs,
ABC,
Albert Ayler,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Oblivians,
Fat Boys,
Skriet,
Skaos,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Panda Bear,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lower 48,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Wasted Youth,
One Last Wish,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pulsallama,
Thee Headcoats,
Barclay James Harvest,
La Düsseldorf,
Mandrill,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.