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 Libya and from Cairo.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and New York.
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 theremin 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 Livin' Joy to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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?
Bobby Sherman,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
This Heat,
Byron Stingily,
Subhumans,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Vladislav Delay,
Mars,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lou Reed,
Das Ding,
Wings,
Peter & Gordon,
Mission of Burma,
KRS-One,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kaleidoscope,
Minor Threat,
Yellowson,
The New Christs,
Jeff Lynne,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Alarm Clocks,
Anthony Braxton,
The Neon Judgement,
Qualms,
The J.B.'s,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pole,
Sun City Girls,
Girls At Our Best!,
Graham Central Station,
Rapeman,
Urselle,
Roxy Music,
Soft Machine,
the Swans,
John Lydon,
The Index,
Lou Christie,
Make Up,
Von Mondo,
The Cosmic Jokers,
June Days,
Wolf Eyes,
Arab on Radar,
Delta 5,
Todd Terry,
The Divine Comedy,
Gang Starr,
the Normal,
10cc,
Section 25,
Toni Rubio,
Darondo,
F. McDonald,
Alison Limerick,
June of 44,
Los Fastidios,
Tim Buckley,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.