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 Vietnam and from Portland.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 theremin 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 Gong to the grunge 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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cosmic Jokers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
Make Up,
Sonic Youth,
Bang On A Can,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Cybotron,
Isaac Hayes,
New York Dolls,
Nirvana,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Y Pants,
Swans,
Heaven 17,
Ronnie Foster,
DJ Sneak,
Man Eating Sloth,
John Cale,
David Bowie,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Model 500,
One Last Wish,
Wasted Youth,
Jimmy McGriff,
Harmonia,
Shuggie Otis,
Throbbing Gristle,
Byron Stingily,
Dawn Penn,
Jacob Miller,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
JFA,
Trumans Water,
Young Marble Giants,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Donald Byrd,
Scratch Acid,
Thee Headcoats,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Monolake,
Sugar Minott,
Maleditus Sound,
Skarface,
Lindisfarne,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Birthday Party,
OOIOO,
The Human League,
Pantytec,
Skaos,
Michelle Simonal,
Lalann,
Massinfluence,
Pagans,
Half Japanese,
Aaron Thompson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Names,
Symarip,
Iggy Pop,
Sixth Finger,
Juan Atkins,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.