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 Azerbaijan and from Philadelphia.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
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 The Detroit Cobras to the funk 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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
Visage,
X-Ray Spex,
Jerry's Kids,
Brothers Johnson,
Bobby Sherman,
Blake Baxter,
Q and Not U,
Pantaleimon,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Babytalk,
Sister Nancy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Flash Fearless,
Lungfish,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Jacob Miller,
Thompson Twins,
Skriet,
Fad Gadget,
Lindisfarne,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sugar Minott,
The Misunderstood,
The Zeros,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Black Moon,
Alphaville,
Jandek,
Absolute Body Control,
David Bowie,
The Residents,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
New Age Steppers,
Cecil Taylor,
Harpers Bizarre,
Thee Headcoats,
Kerri Chandler,
The Grass Roots,
L. Decosne,
Japan,
Wally Richardson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
LL Cool J,
OOIOO,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Dark Day,
The Moleskins,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Dorothy Ashby,
MDC,
Lou Christie,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
F. McDonald,
Johnny Clarke,
Anthony Braxton,
The Fugs,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.