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 Kosovo and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 guitar 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 Slick Rick to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
Nirvana,
The Count Five,
The Mummies,
Agent Orange,
Altered Images,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Q and Not U,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pussy Galore,
Section 25,
Peter and Kerry,
Barry Ungar,
John Lydon,
The Motions,
Minor Threat,
Joey Negro,
Moss Icon,
Bobby Byrd,
Scrapy,
Porter Ricks,
Bill Near,
Cecil Taylor,
June Days,
Desert Stars,
Joy Division,
Derrick Morgan,
Blossom Toes,
Toni Rubio,
The Evens,
Index,
The Cramps,
Josef K,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Swans,
Animal Collective,
Dave Gahan,
The Gun Club,
T. Rex,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Alarm Clocks,
Black Bananas,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Eli Mardock,
Marshall Jefferson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Radiohead,
Archie Shepp,
Hoover,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The J.B.'s,
The Dead C,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sugar Minott,
Be Bop Deluxe,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Scott Walker,
Neu!,
R.M.O.,
The Smiths,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.