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 Switzerland and from Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 sitar 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jandek record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
A Certain Ratio,
Albert Ayler,
Warsaw,
Babytalk,
Todd Rundgren,
The Litter,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Judy Mowatt,
Sixth Finger,
Bill Wells,
Stiv Bators,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Flash Fearless,
Crispy Ambulance,
One Last Wish,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Section 25,
Popol Vuh,
T. Rex,
Dawn Penn,
Sam Rivers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Swell Maps,
Pulsallama,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Hasil Adkins,
Blake Baxter,
Slick Rick,
Motorama,
Grey Daturas,
Girls At Our Best!,
Davy DMX,
Jeru the Damaja,
Camouflage,
Man Parrish,
L. Decosne,
Funky Four + One,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Aloha Tigers,
Newcleus,
Television,
Anthony Braxton,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gil Scott Heron,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Excepter,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Velvet Underground,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kaleidoscope,
Scion,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Alison Limerick,
CMW,
Marcia Griffiths,
Cluster,
Joy Division,
Outsiders,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.