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 Mongolia and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 sitar 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 Mr. Review to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
Arab on Radar,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Mr. Review,
Eric B and Rakim,
Intrusion,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bush Tetras,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Martian,
MDC,
Country Teasers,
CMW,
New York Dolls,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jandek,
Nico,
Fear,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Barrington Levy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Morten Harket,
The Misunderstood,
the Swans,
Ornette Coleman,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Spandau Ballet,
John Coltrane,
Dead Boys,
Maurizio,
Mad Mike,
Mars,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Simply Red,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jerry's Kids,
Colin Newman,
Average White Band,
the Soft Cell,
Gang of Four,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Fugs,
Talk Talk,
Marshall Jefferson,
Main Source,
David Bowie,
Rekid,
Heaven 17,
Aloha Tigers,
Thee Headcoats,
X-102,
The Young Rascals,
LL Cool J,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.