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 Sudan and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Tehran.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sarah Menescal to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aaron Thompson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Move,
Vladislav Delay,
Terry Callier,
Von Mondo,
Swans,
Fad Gadget,
Bob Dylan,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Con Funk Shun,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bronski Beat,
Prince Buster,
Ornette Coleman,
Boz Scaggs,
The Fuzztones,
Royal Trux,
the Association,
Silicon Teens,
The Sonics,
The Gladiators,
The Slackers,
Warsaw,
The Techniques,
Andrew Hill,
Soulsonic Force,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Toasters,
Kerri Chandler,
Sixth Finger,
David Bowie,
KRS-One,
Reagan Youth,
Rod Modell,
Robert Görl,
Anthony Braxton,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Groovy Waters,
Blake Baxter,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Television,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Modern Lovers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Glenn Branca,
Skaos,
Jeff Mills,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Max Romeo,
Brothers Johnson,
Electric Prunes,
Ken Boothe,
Bootsy Collins,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
R.M.O.,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Slits,
The Happenings,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.