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 Barbados and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Houston.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Joe Finger to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
Suicide,
Mandrill,
Shuggie Otis,
The Martian,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Eric Dolphy,
Slave,
Aloha Tigers,
Alice Coltrane,
H. Thieme,
R.M.O.,
Graham Central Station,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Mantronix,
Arab on Radar,
Section 25,
Can,
The Standells,
Mo-Dettes,
MC5,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Red Krayola,
Jesper Dahlback,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pussy Galore,
Joyce Sims,
Pole,
Mars,
Babytalk,
Quadrant,
Ultravox,
Man Parrish,
The Searchers,
The Modern Lovers,
Juan Atkins,
Lakeside,
Sandy B,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lalann,
Infiniti,
Masters at Work,
Lungfish,
the Association,
John Cale,
Trumans Water,
Cameo,
Public Enemy,
Jandek,
Black Pus,
Minor Threat,
Soul Sonic Force,
Thompson Twins,
The Move,
The Slackers,
Stiv Bators,
Bootsy Collins,
Swell Maps,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.