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 Japan and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 snare 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the funk 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 The Index. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
Scientists,
Joensuu 1685,
Boredoms,
Pylon,
David Axelrod,
The Toasters,
Albert Ayler,
Ralphi Rosario,
Quadrant,
Minor Threat,
Sex Pistols,
Warsaw,
Icehouse,
Laurel Aitken,
Main Source,
L. Decosne,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Eli Mardock,
Max Romeo,
John Lydon,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Chris & Cosey,
Chris Corsano,
Godley & Creme,
Wally Richardson,
Radio Birdman,
T. Rex,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Scan 7,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Music Machine,
Pantytec,
The Birthday Party,
Maleditus Sound,
These Immortal Souls,
Jeff Lynne,
Ponytail,
Bizarre Inc.,
A Certain Ratio,
Deadbeat,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Names,
The Wake,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sam Rivers,
Nico,
Terry Callier,
the Association,
Dennis Brown,
Roxy Music,
Index,
Desert Stars,
Marc Almond,
Rekid,
Aloha Tigers,
Basic Channel,
Idris Muhammad,
Outsiders,
Rakim,
Bobby Byrd,
Easy Going,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.