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 Zimbabwe and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Blancmange to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry's Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
These Immortal Souls,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Associates,
Patti Smith,
The New Christs,
Moby Grape,
Jeru the Damaja,
Thompson Twins,
The Cowsills,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kas Product,
Sexual Harrassment,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jawbox,
Intrusion,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Brass Construction,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Leonard Cohen,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jesper Dahlback,
Connie Case,
Lungfish,
Quantec,
Neil Young,
Jacques Brel,
The Golliwogs,
The Zeros,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Siglo XX,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lightning Bolt,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Dave Clark Five,
DJ Style,
The Residents,
The Gladiators,
Model 500,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
MDC,
Warren Ellis,
OOIOO,
Smog,
Piero Umiliani,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sarah Menescal,
The Happenings,
The Monochrome Set,
The Alarm Clocks,
Glenn Branca,
Ultra Naté,
The Blues Magoos,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pulsallama,
The Blackbyrds,
Crime,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.