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 Kuwait and from Beijing.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 John Holt to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
These Immortal Souls,
Rufus Thomas,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Fugs,
Todd Terry,
Junior Murvin,
Ponytail,
Average White Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Accadde A,
Judy Mowatt,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Minutemen,
John Holt,
T.S.O.L.,
Minor Threat,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kurtis Blow,
Matthew Halsall,
A Certain Ratio,
Cal Tjader,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Barbara Tucker,
Mad Mike,
Nik Kershaw,
Jacques Brel,
Ossler,
The Durutti Column,
Soulsonic Force,
Rosa Yemen,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Motions,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Index,
Sister Nancy,
Young Marble Giants,
Chrome,
Bob Dylan,
Boz Scaggs,
Scott Walker,
The Saints,
Mark Hollis,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Names,
Silicon Teens,
Outsiders,
The Fortunes,
The Zeros,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Half Japanese,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Fuzztones,
Sonic Youth,
Visage,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Modern Lovers,
World's Most,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.