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 Malaysia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Columbus.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the crunk 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispian St. Peters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Pulsallama,
Althea and Donna,
X-101,
Reagan Youth,
Lightning Bolt,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Heaven 17,
Jeru the Damaja,
Q65,
Rekid,
Rod Modell,
K-Klass,
Surgeon,
the Sonics,
Wally Richardson,
Mo-Dettes,
Adolescents,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Scientists,
Fugazi,
Chris Corsano,
Bush Tetras,
the Human League,
Traffic Nightmare,
Visage,
Iggy Pop,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Second Layer,
Swell Maps,
Goldenarms,
The Index,
Organ,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lou Christie,
KRS-One,
Scion,
The Walker Brothers,
Accadde A,
Minnie Riperton,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Outsiders,
The Invisible,
The Fall,
Rotary Connection,
Motorama,
Pole,
Maurizio,
Rosa Yemen,
Inner City,
Marmalade,
Boogie Down Productions,
Hot Snakes,
The Smoke,
The Buckinghams,
Wings,
Jawbox,
The Durutti Column,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.