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 Japan and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Gang Green to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
F. McDonald,
Oneida,
Suicide,
The Mummies,
Q and Not U,
Siglo XX,
Fatback Band,
Infiniti,
The Walker Brothers,
Buzzcocks,
Nils Olav,
Urselle,
Lungfish,
Motorama,
Jacques Brel,
Essential Logic,
Aswad,
The Residents,
Jeru the Damaja,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Duran Duran,
David McCallum,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Hot Snakes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Japan,
Cecil Taylor,
Alison Limerick,
Yazoo,
The Offenders,
Vainqueur,
Gerry Rafferty,
Organ,
Graham Central Station,
Eurythmics,
Pylon,
Boogie Down Productions,
Brass Construction,
Babytalk,
New Age Steppers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Desert Stars,
This Heat,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sight & Sound,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Blackbyrds,
Monks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Dual Sessions,
Delta 5,
Cameo,
Rosa Yemen,
La Düsseldorf,
The Golliwogs,
CMW,
Sonic Youth,
Mantronix,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.