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 Mongolia and from Johannesburg.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 oboe 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 Maleditus Sound to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gichy Dan,
Funkadelic,
Nick Fraelich,
Wolf Eyes,
Ossler,
Interpol,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sight & Sound,
Rotary Connection,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Babytalk,
Sonny Sharrock,
Byron Stingily,
The Monochrome Set,
The Young Rascals,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
the Bar-Kays,
Mary Jane Girls,
Cheater Slicks,
Donny Hathaway,
The Blackbyrds,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Brothers Johnson,
Animal Collective,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pussy Galore,
Janne Schatter,
Pylon,
Slick Rick,
Porter Ricks,
The Techniques,
Youth Brigade,
Marvin Gaye,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
H. Thieme,
10cc,
Marine Girls,
Davy DMX,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Thompson Twins,
the Sonics,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Eddi Front,
Eric Copeland,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Wake,
Kenny Larkin,
Grauzone,
Barrington Levy,
Con Funk Shun,
The Sonics,
The Move,
Sound Behaviour,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.