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 Taiwan and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Crash Course in Science to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
L. Decosne,
Faust,
Tom Boy,
Gong,
Sparks,
Man Eating Sloth,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Mandrill,
Thompson Twins,
Deepchord,
Model 500,
Sun City Girls,
Inner City,
Harpers Bizarre,
Easy Going,
Ponytail,
Johnny Clarke,
Flash Fearless,
Eden Ahbez,
Crispian St. Peters,
World's Most,
Bad Manners,
Sex Pistols,
Make Up,
CMW,
Joe Smooth,
Dead Boys,
Bush Tetras,
China Crisis,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Fall,
Masters at Work,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Scientists,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Interpol,
The Cure,
Nirvana,
Television Personalities,
Gabor Szabo,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kayak,
Glambeats Corp.,
Idris Muhammad,
Sarah Menescal,
Jimmy McGriff,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Negative Approach,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Offenders,
Rapeman,
Fad Gadget,
Alphaville,
Ossler,
Clear Light,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ken Boothe,
K-Klass,
Maurizio,
Con Funk Shun,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Shadows of Knight,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.