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 Ivory Coast 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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Vainqueur to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Count Five. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Hashim,
The Seeds,
Bush Tetras,
8 Eyed Spy,
China Crisis,
Y Pants,
The Knickerbockers,
the Soft Cell,
Lungfish,
Supertramp,
Shuggie Otis,
James White and The Blacks,
Archie Shepp,
Depeche Mode,
Kerri Chandler,
Zapp,
Fat Boys,
Funky Four + One,
Todd Terry,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Young Rascals,
Quando Quango,
The Happenings,
Marcia Griffiths,
Goldenarms,
Cybotron,
MC5,
Pierre Henry,
Derrick May,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Glenn Branca,
New Order,
Youth Brigade,
Toni Rubio,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Patti Smith,
Kool Moe Dee,
Glambeats Corp.,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Vogues,
Parry Music,
Jandek,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Marvin Gaye,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pantaleimon,
Lower 48,
JFA,
Mary Jane Girls,
Brothers Johnson,
Faust,
Yaz,
Subhumans,
Tomorrow,
T. Rex,
Mo-Dettes,
The Residents,
Bobby Sherman,
Sexual Harrassment,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.