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 Samoa and from Glasgow.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Bizarre Inc. to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Darondo,
Franke,
Jandek,
The Gories,
Slave,
Barry Ungar,
New York Dolls,
Technova,
The Monks,
David Axelrod,
Delon & Dalcan,
Cameo,
Audionom,
Jeff Mills,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Red Krayola,
Tom Boy,
Basic Channel,
The Selecter,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Crash Course in Science,
Grey Daturas,
The Move,
Kerri Chandler,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Deadbeat,
Wally Richardson,
Pylon,
The Fuzztones,
Big Daddy Kane,
Severed Heads,
Gang Green,
Joensuu 1685,
Man Parrish,
Donny Hathaway,
Dennis Brown,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Eli Mardock,
Wire,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Aural Exciters,
The Gap Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Association,
Lee Hazlewood,
Von Mondo,
Jerry's Kids,
Soul II Soul,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Tremeloes,
the Normal,
Nils Olav,
Section 25,
Eve St. Jones,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Peter and Kerry,
Howard Jones,
Black Sheep,
Kool Moe Dee,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.