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 Sweden and from Madrid.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Delon & Dalcan to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail 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 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
Darondo,
Wolf Eyes,
Neil Young,
Kurtis Blow,
Average White Band,
Marvin Gaye,
David McCallum,
Black Bananas,
Faust,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Easy Going,
Banda Bassotti,
the Normal,
Max Romeo,
The Misunderstood,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Q65,
L. Decosne,
The Cure,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Scratch Acid,
Steve Hackett,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Andrew Hill,
Anakelly,
Eli Mardock,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
These Immortal Souls,
Malaria!,
Eve St. Jones,
Moebius,
The Slits,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Dead C,
Traffic Nightmare,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Barracudas,
Mark Hollis,
Au Pairs,
Whodini,
Crime,
Albert Ayler,
The Move,
Sonic Youth,
Fear,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Nick Fraelich,
Underground Resistance,
Adolescents,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Flesh Eaters,
Zero Boys,
Gichy Dan,
Dawn Penn,
Bill Wells,
Gong,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.