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 Mexico and from Philadelphia.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Hong Kong.
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 organ 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 Byron Stingily to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
Eli Mardock,
Skriet,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The New Christs,
Tears for Fears,
Michelle Simonal,
MDC,
Derrick Morgan,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pantytec,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Joensuu 1685,
Trumans Water,
Maurizio,
Reagan Youth,
The Mummies,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Main Source,
the Sonics,
Von Mondo,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Birthday Party,
Silicon Teens,
The Grass Roots,
X-Ray Spex,
Kayak,
Minor Threat,
Terry Callier,
Public Image Ltd.,
Scratch Acid,
Crash Course in Science,
Babytalk,
Pulsallama,
Crooked Eye,
Henry Cow,
The Busters,
Blossom Toes,
Negative Approach,
Chris & Cosey,
Cluster,
June Days,
Crispian St. Peters,
Stereo Dub,
Arthur Verocai,
Mr. Review,
Fifty Foot Hose,
a-ha,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Wolf Eyes,
Jeff Lynne,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Basic Channel,
Mantronix,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rakim,
Das Ding,
The Gories,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.