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 Kiribati and from Sao Paulo.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mexico City.
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 spring reverb 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 Fugazi to the grunge 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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Bar-Kays,
Ronnie Foster,
Joey Negro,
R.M.O.,
Isaac Hayes,
Wings,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Shuggie Otis,
John Holt,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Kinks,
Camouflage,
Sällskapet,
Livin' Joy,
Idris Muhammad,
Loose Ends,
Black Moon,
Sparks,
Gerry Rafferty,
La Düsseldorf,
Fat Boys,
Eric Copeland,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Fania All-Stars,
Terrestrial Tones,
Hot Snakes,
The Wake,
LL Cool J,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bob Dylan,
Crash Course in Science,
Morten Harket,
Tommy Roe,
The Velvet Underground,
Ohio Players,
Lalo Schifrin,
Q65,
Harry Pussy,
B.T. Express,
Zero Boys,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Johnny Clarke,
Monks,
Suicide,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Funkadelic,
Youth Brigade,
Minutemen,
Eden Ahbez,
Warsaw,
Rakim,
Gregory Isaacs,
Thompson Twins,
Mo-Dettes,
Stockholm Monsters,
Procol Harum,
OOIOO,
Don Cherry,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Patti Smith,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.