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 Georgia and from Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 harpsichord 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 Magazine to the punk 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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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 Angels of Light,
The Golliwogs,
Alice Coltrane,
The Names,
This Heat,
Anthony Braxton,
Eve St. Jones,
the Bar-Kays,
Tubeway Army,
Subhumans,
The Durutti Column,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lightning Bolt,
Traffic Nightmare,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sugar Minott,
Joe Finger,
Glenn Branca,
Agent Orange,
Surgeon,
Young Marble Giants,
Scott Walker,
The Human League,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jeru the Damaja,
Robert Wyatt,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Newcleus,
Blossom Toes,
Excepter,
The Velvet Underground,
The Dirtbombs,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Chrome,
Scan 7,
James White and The Blacks,
Grauzone,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Chris Corsano,
KRS-One,
The Young Rascals,
Rekid,
Ice-T,
Donny Hathaway,
Theoretical Girls,
Lalann,
The Sonics,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Mojo Men,
Bad Manners,
Aloha Tigers,
Boz Scaggs,
Y Pants,
F. McDonald,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gang Green,
Lou Christie,
Joy Division,
Black Bananas,
Marine Girls,
Lou Reed,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.