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 Czech Republic and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 chamberlin 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 Inner City to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
Subhumans,
Procol Harum,
The Litter,
Symarip,
The Neon Judgement,
Brand Nubian,
the Swans,
Peter and Kerry,
The Zeros,
The Moleskins,
Boredoms,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
OOIOO,
Judy Mowatt,
Sällskapet,
Tres Demented,
Yaz,
Mr. Review,
Sun Ra,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Trumans Water,
The Residents,
The Last Poets,
The Fuzztones,
Fat Boys,
The American Breed,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Dennis Brown,
Max Romeo,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Fugs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
cv313,
Spoonie Gee,
Colin Newman,
Scott Walker,
the Fania All-Stars,
Dave Gahan,
Pierre Henry,
Flash Fearless,
Crime,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Mighty Diamonds,
the Bar-Kays,
Fluxion,
Fatback Band,
Laurel Aitken,
Pantytec,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Grass Roots,
Black Pus,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
KRS-One,
Gang Green,
Deadbeat,
FM Einheit,
Big Daddy Kane,
L. Decosne,
Donald Byrd,
Dawn Penn,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.