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 Cape Verde and from Lagos.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 arpeggiator 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Saints. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gerry Rafferty,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gang of Four,
The United States of America,
The Move,
the Germs,
Mr. Review,
One Last Wish,
Duran Duran,
Bauhaus,
Barrington Levy,
Kool Moe Dee,
Television,
New Order,
Yellowson,
Skarface,
the Slits,
Ultimate Spinach,
Al Stewart,
The Misunderstood,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sound Behaviour,
Adolescents,
Don Cherry,
Camberwell Now,
Sonic Youth,
Todd Rundgren,
Sarah Menescal,
The Slits,
Panda Bear,
Pylon,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Chrome,
Barclay James Harvest,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Juan Atkins,
Gong,
Gabor Szabo,
48th St. Collective,
The Smiths,
China Crisis,
Ludus,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Fugs,
Television Personalities,
The Fortunes,
Average White Band,
Ultravox,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Big Daddy Kane,
John Holt,
Desert Stars,
Tim Buckley,
Skriet,
Black Pus,
The Human League,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Dave Clark Five,
Black Bananas,
Magazine,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.