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 Andorra and from Bremen.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 clarinet 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 Idris Muhammad to the dance 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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
Newcleus,
DJ Style,
the Normal,
Camberwell Now,
Television Personalities,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Juan Atkins,
Bush Tetras,
Ohio Players,
U.S. Maple,
Trumans Water,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Judy Mowatt,
Slave,
Aloha Tigers,
Eric B and Rakim,
the Sonics,
Section 25,
Youth Brigade,
June Days,
The Moleskins,
The Flesh Eaters,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Carl Craig,
Nico,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Eden Ahbez,
Marmalade,
Marine Girls,
Tres Demented,
the Swans,
Gichy Dan,
Eli Mardock,
Matthew Halsall,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sound Behaviour,
Ituana,
The Techniques,
Masters at Work,
Oneida,
The Detroit Cobras,
B.T. Express,
Dead Boys,
Lee Hazlewood,
Icehouse,
Rakim,
Metal Thangz,
Flash Fearless,
Essential Logic,
Soft Cell,
Bizarre Inc.,
Warsaw,
Intrusion,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.