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 Kenya and from Tehran.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Man Parrish,
The Kinks,
Glambeats Corp.,
Marc Almond,
The Fuzztones,
John Lydon,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Slits,
Television,
Chris & Cosey,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Minny Pops,
Deakin,
Howard Jones,
Negative Approach,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Accadde A,
H. Thieme,
Clear Light,
Fat Boys,
Eli Mardock,
a-ha,
The Alarm Clocks,
Tom Boy,
Davy DMX,
Con Funk Shun,
Black Flag,
Subhumans,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rhythm & Sound,
Silicon Teens,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Neu!,
Soulsonic Force,
Jandek,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Youth Brigade,
Cybotron,
Hasil Adkins,
Model 500,
Khruangbin,
Oneida,
The Searchers,
Stiv Bators,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Funky Four + One,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Magma,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Shuggie Otis,
New Age Steppers,
Bobby Byrd,
Albert Ayler,
Motorama,
Can,
Todd Rundgren,
kango's stein massive,
Wasted Youth,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.