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 Guyana and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Echospace to the techno 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Livin' Joy,
E-Dancer,
The Black Dice,
Soul II Soul,
The Fortunes,
Thompson Twins,
Icehouse,
D'Angelo,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sister Nancy,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eve St. Jones,
Pylon,
Wally Richardson,
Arab on Radar,
Panda Bear,
Sun Ra,
Pere Ubu,
The Young Rascals,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Seeds,
Don Cherry,
Glambeats Corp.,
Roxette,
The Gun Club,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ultravox,
David Bowie,
Erykah Badu,
Whodini,
Gabor Szabo,
Schoolly D,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Vogues,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bobby Womack,
Unwound,
Clear Light,
Sonic Youth,
Zero Boys,
Jawbox,
Q65,
Bizarre Inc.,
Hasil Adkins,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Scion,
The Smoke,
H. Thieme,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Terry Callier,
Second Layer,
Rufus Thomas,
Parry Music,
Kas Product,
Gang of Four,
Bush Tetras,
Mo-Dettes,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.