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 Laos and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Seoul.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the oboe 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 Ossler to the rock 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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
Arcadia,
Robert Hood,
Big Daddy Kane,
Neil Young,
the Germs,
Shoche,
Theoretical Girls,
Jandek,
Mad Mike,
Half Japanese,
Black Moon,
Toni Rubio,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Minutemen,
Mr. Review,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rotary Connection,
Loose Ends,
The Walker Brothers,
Angry Samoans,
Howard Jones,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sandy B,
Leonard Cohen,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Black Bananas,
Procol Harum,
Harry Pussy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Marshall Jefferson,
Supertramp,
Section 25,
The Gladiators,
Goldenarms,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Junior Murvin,
Todd Rundgren,
Avey Tare,
Ituana,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
KRS-One,
The Buckinghams,
Gastr Del Sol,
David McCallum,
Make Up,
Michelle Simonal,
One Last Wish,
Panda Bear,
The Young Rascals,
The Grass Roots,
Liliput,
Agent Orange,
Reuben Wilson,
ABBA,
The Blues Magoos,
Dual Sessions,
The Gories,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.