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 Korea North and from Bologna.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Holger Czukay 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 Nick Fraelich to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
Funky Four + One,
Glambeats Corp.,
Marine Girls,
The Index,
Althea and Donna,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bootsy Collins,
Intrusion,
the Sonics,
Laurel Aitken,
Man Parrish,
Surgeon,
Sparks,
Loose Ends,
Fela Kuti,
Robert Görl,
Electric Prunes,
Gong,
Symarip,
The Mummies,
Average White Band,
Das Ding,
Bad Manners,
The Remains,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Seeds,
Aswad,
Erasure,
Matthew Bourne,
Anthony Braxton,
Avey Tare,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ken Boothe,
The Fire Engines,
Marc Almond,
Ultimate Spinach,
Joy Division,
Icehouse,
E-Dancer,
Chrome,
Jeff Mills,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Mo-Dettes,
Young Marble Giants,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Scrapy,
Yellowson,
Circle Jerks,
Lebanon Hanover,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Zapp,
The Angels of Light,
Jandek,
Q65,
The Slits,
Lalann,
Ice-T,
Sexual Harrassment,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.