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 Poland and from New York.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
Sonic Youth,
Brand Nubian,
Pere Ubu,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jandek,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Gap Band,
Pulsallama,
Kerrie Biddell,
Fugazi,
X-102,
Todd Rundgren,
Michelle Simonal,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
DJ Style,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bob Dylan,
The Last Poets,
The Gladiators,
AZ,
This Heat,
The Slackers,
John Coltrane,
Symarip,
Faraquet,
Delon & Dalcan,
Suburban Knight,
Television,
The Tremeloes,
Sexual Harrassment,
Altered Images,
Man Parrish,
Mad Mike,
The Dave Clark Five,
Connie Case,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Fat Boys,
Nils Olav,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bang On A Can,
Piero Umiliani,
Black Pus,
Unrelated Segments,
Funkadelic,
Dennis Brown,
Sonny Sharrock,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Blake Baxter,
Iggy Pop,
Inner City,
The Star Department,
Black Moon,
Joe Finger,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Public Enemy,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lou Christie,
Judy Mowatt,
The Divine Comedy,
Make Up,
Technova,
Vainqueur,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.