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 Liberia and from Paris.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Victims to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Real Kids,
Rosa Yemen,
Duran Duran,
Malaria!,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rites of Spring,
Swell Maps,
Procol Harum,
Banda Bassotti,
In Retrospect,
LL Cool J,
a-ha,
Saccharine Trust,
Leonard Cohen,
Todd Rundgren,
The Beau Brummels,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Sound,
Rod Modell,
Tim Buckley,
Porter Ricks,
Mark Hollis,
the Human League,
Kerrie Biddell,
Guru Guru,
Skaos,
Television,
Scientists,
CMW,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lightning Bolt,
Lower 48,
Oblivians,
Junior Murvin,
Hashim,
La Düsseldorf,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kool Moe Dee,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Unrelated Segments,
Von Mondo,
Terrestrial Tones,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Sisters of Mercy,
X-101,
Moebius,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Divine Comedy,
The Music Machine,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Monks,
Kaleidoscope,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
the Association,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.