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 Slovenia and from Johannesburg.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the punk 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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
T. Rex,
The Golliwogs,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Moby Grape,
Davy DMX,
Sunsets and Hearts,
World's Most,
The Dirtbombs,
Neu!,
The Monochrome Set,
Banda Bassotti,
Vladislav Delay,
Yellowson,
Leonard Cohen,
Warsaw,
Average White Band,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sister Nancy,
Excepter,
The Blackbyrds,
Tim Buckley,
Deadbeat,
Bronski Beat,
Mission of Burma,
DJ Sneak,
Fugazi,
Mark Hollis,
Gerry Rafferty,
Eve St. Jones,
Quando Quango,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Cure,
Boredoms,
Ohio Players,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sam Rivers,
Letta Mbulu,
Surgeon,
Second Layer,
The Victims,
Dual Sessions,
John Coltrane,
Moebius,
Y Pants,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
T.S.O.L.,
Stetsasonic,
Erasure,
The Real Kids,
Soft Machine,
E-Dancer,
Josef K,
The Knickerbockers,
Monks,
Harry Pussy,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Andrew Hill,
Sun Ra,
Suicide,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.