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 Laos and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Spokane.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
The Fuzztones,
Gichy Dan,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bronski Beat,
Barbara Tucker,
Wolf Eyes,
Bill Near,
Boogie Down Productions,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ultimate Spinach,
ABC,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Big Daddy Kane,
Laurel Aitken,
Inner City,
Magazine,
Donald Byrd,
the Soft Cell,
Guru Guru,
Prince Buster,
Robert Wyatt,
Minny Pops,
Brothers Johnson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Buzzcocks,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bad Manners,
Scrapy,
The Cure,
Severed Heads,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Magma,
Cecil Taylor,
Mr. Review,
Bobby Sherman,
the Normal,
Supertramp,
Spandau Ballet,
Kool Moe Dee,
David McCallum,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ituana,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Fela Kuti,
Albert Ayler,
Warsaw,
Thee Headcoats,
Slave,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Joensuu 1685,
Brick,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Agitation Free,
Intrusion,
Black Pus,
Rosa Yemen,
Bootsy Collins,
The Modern Lovers,
Sugar Minott,
Sex Pistols,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.