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 Marshall Islands and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Colin Newman to the disco 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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
Dave Gahan,
Desert Stars,
Delta 5,
Marine Girls,
Sight & Sound,
Moss Icon,
Ten City,
Boredoms,
Rod Modell,
Mantronix,
Sixth Finger,
Dawn Penn,
The Moleskins,
The Wake,
Alison Limerick,
Bizarre Inc.,
Scratch Acid,
The Mojo Men,
Circle Jerks,
The Divine Comedy,
R.M.O.,
Ohio Players,
Reagan Youth,
Index,
Deakin,
Gang Starr,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Joy Division,
Rites of Spring,
Saccharine Trust,
Eurythmics,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Techniques,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Royal Trux,
The Index,
Pantytec,
L. Decosne,
Fort Wilson Riot,
JFA,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kas Product,
Slick Rick,
Faust,
Aloha Tigers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Half Japanese,
Donald Byrd,
The Last Poets,
Unwound,
Urselle,
Sparks,
Sun City Girls,
The Evens,
Brand Nubian,
Mr. Review,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Nation of Ulysses,
Spoonie Gee,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.