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 Nicaragua and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Minor Threat to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Idris Muhammad,
The Count Five,
Alison Limerick,
David McCallum,
Whodini,
Al Stewart,
Khruangbin,
Joey Negro,
Tears for Fears,
Eric Copeland,
Banda Bassotti,
Robert Görl,
The Moleskins,
Gang Gang Dance,
Delta 5,
Rosa Yemen,
Q65,
Pagans,
Janne Schatter,
Loose Ends,
Interpol,
Soulsonic Force,
Adolescents,
Arthur Verocai,
Motorama,
T. Rex,
Mr. Review,
Mission of Burma,
Mars,
Minutemen,
EPMD,
The Angels of Light,
Swans,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Suicide,
Stetsasonic,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Marc Almond,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Mojo Men,
Amon Düül,
The Dirtbombs,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Misunderstood,
Harmonia,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rakim,
Amazonics,
Kool Moe Dee,
Davy DMX,
Technova,
Goldenarms,
In Retrospect,
Fela Kuti,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sexual Harrassment,
Aloha Tigers,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.