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 Cambodia and from Tokyo.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 güiro 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 Young Marble Giants to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
Roxette,
The Moleskins,
Con Funk Shun,
Grey Daturas,
Jacob Miller,
Sight & Sound,
Moss Icon,
Fatback Band,
Todd Terry,
Neu!,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Reuben Wilson,
Harry Pussy,
Funkadelic,
Albert Ayler,
Scion,
Section 25,
Icehouse,
Morten Harket,
Crispy Ambulance,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pere Ubu,
Altered Images,
Carl Craig,
Von Mondo,
Slave,
Youth Brigade,
Faraquet,
Eric B and Rakim,
Shuggie Otis,
The Walker Brothers,
Swans,
Bill Near,
Juan Atkins,
Agent Orange,
Intrusion,
Royal Trux,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
John Lydon,
The Names,
Minnie Riperton,
Rakim,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Happenings,
The Vogues,
The Music Machine,
Joe Smooth,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Blues Magoos,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Harmonia,
Sonic Youth,
Porter Ricks,
The Fire Engines,
Mr. Review,
the Normal,
Gang of Four,
Unrelated Segments,
Godley & Creme,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Tears for Fears,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.