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 Ethiopia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 FM Einheit to the funk 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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
Alison Limerick,
Scott Walker,
Warren Ellis,
Surgeon,
Neil Young,
Lindisfarne,
The Happenings,
Animal Collective,
James White and The Blacks,
Supertramp,
Echospace,
Piero Umiliani,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Tears for Fears,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Warsaw,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pussy Galore,
Maurizio,
Procol Harum,
In Retrospect,
Laurel Aitken,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bush Tetras,
Kool Moe Dee,
Girls At Our Best!,
Joey Negro,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jacob Miller,
John Lydon,
Nas,
The Gun Club,
Carl Craig,
Jerry's Kids,
The Monochrome Set,
Buzzcocks,
Johnny Osbourne,
EPMD,
Average White Band,
Accadde A,
Easy Going,
Lyres,
Fluxion,
Scan 7,
Model 500,
Susan Cadogan,
Erykah Badu,
Intrusion,
Scientists,
Ronan,
Aloha Tigers,
The Standells,
Ronnie Foster,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bluetip,
The Monks,
Freddie Wadling,
Essential Logic,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.