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 Albania and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 linndrum 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 David McCallum to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review 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 marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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?
The Blackbyrds,
Television Personalities,
Accadde A,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Flash Fearless,
U.S. Maple,
Crispy Ambulance,
Soul Sonic Force,
Average White Band,
Amon Düül,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Nico,
June Days,
Slick Rick,
Robert Görl,
Sixth Finger,
kango's stein massive,
Alison Limerick,
Nirvana,
Marine Girls,
Scan 7,
Bronski Beat,
The Residents,
Television,
Unrelated Segments,
Kenny Larkin,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lyres,
X-101,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Henry Cow,
the Association,
Grey Daturas,
Peter and Kerry,
Public Image Ltd.,
Camouflage,
The Searchers,
Maleditus Sound,
Blake Baxter,
The Cowsills,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Deepchord,
Jandek,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Delta 5,
Groovy Waters,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Suburban Knight,
Smog,
Yusef Lateef,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Matthew Halsall,
Theoretical Girls,
Eric Copeland,
Frankie Knuckles,
Grauzone,
Black Flag,
Whodini,
Ronan,
Robert Wyatt,
Black Bananas,
Inner City,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.