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 Palau and from Delhi.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 chamberlin 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 Suicide 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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Manfred Mann's Earth Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Brand Nubian,
Severed Heads,
MDC,
The Slits,
Alton Ellis,
Mark Hollis,
These Immortal Souls,
Essential Logic,
Whodini,
Stetsasonic,
Cal Tjader,
Arcadia,
Bill Wells,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Associates,
The Human League,
The Monochrome Set,
EPMD,
Radio Birdman,
Pierre Henry,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
ABC,
the Fania All-Stars,
Frankie Knuckles,
Magma,
Minor Threat,
Graham Central Station,
Technova,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Alice Coltrane,
Wire,
The Fugs,
Chris Corsano,
Soulsonic Force,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Blues Magoos,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ronan,
Bobby Womack,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Danielle Patucci,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bluetip,
Royal Trux,
Rod Modell,
The Flesh Eaters,
kango's stein massive,
Q and Not U,
Crime,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
OOIOO,
Suburban Knight,
The Evens,
Zapp,
Flipper,
The Gladiators,
T.S.O.L.,
Malaria!,
Intrusion,
The New Christs,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.