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 Cameroon and from Bologna.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Johannesburg.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
Duran Duran,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sonic Youth,
The Gories,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Eric B and Rakim,
Crispian St. Peters,
David Axelrod,
Gabor Szabo,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Skatalites,
Judy Mowatt,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Fugs,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Harry Pussy,
Peter & Gordon,
Junior Murvin,
Radio Birdman,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jerry's Kids,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Beau Brummels,
The Leaves,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Outsiders,
Make Up,
The Saints,
Alison Limerick,
Brick,
Anthony Braxton,
Sun Ra,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Japan,
Black Sheep,
Country Teasers,
Connie Case,
Neil Young,
OOIOO,
Los Fastidios,
Bill Near,
Heaven 17,
Yellowson,
Crime,
Infiniti,
Siglo XX,
the Fania All-Stars,
Crooked Eye,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Sonics,
Wasted Youth,
Circle Jerks,
The Associates,
Derrick May,
The Slits,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.