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 Peru and from Cairo.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Andrew Hill to the jazz 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Mark Hollis,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jandek,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sällskapet,
Boredoms,
X-Ray Spex,
Silicon Teens,
Toni Rubio,
The Mojo Men,
Suburban Knight,
Malaria!,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kurtis Blow,
X-101,
Animal Collective,
The Cowsills,
The Seeds,
The Associates,
John Lydon,
Schoolly D,
The Monks,
Talk Talk,
Al Stewart,
Dark Day,
Pierre Henry,
Quadrant,
Simply Red,
Laurel Aitken,
X-102,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
a-ha,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gang of Four,
Section 25,
The Birthday Party,
Pere Ubu,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bobby Sherman,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Monochrome Set,
The Modern Lovers,
L. Decosne,
Bad Manners,
Yaz,
Groovy Waters,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Pop Group,
Amon Düül,
Siglo XX,
Radiohead,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rekid,
Todd Rundgren,
Faust,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.