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 Liechtenstein and from Manchester.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 Cluster to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
Chris & Cosey,
Pagans,
Bill Near,
Accadde A,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
David Bowie,
Agitation Free,
The Dave Clark Five,
Brass Construction,
Franke,
The Evens,
Bill Wells,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fugazi,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jawbox,
Gil Scott Heron,
The New Christs,
Bobby Sherman,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jeff Lynne,
The Mummies,
Bob Dylan,
The Moleskins,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Nils Olav,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Graham Central Station,
Todd Terry,
Sonic Youth,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Moody Blues,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Black Dice,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bootsy Collins,
Wire,
The Gap Band,
Josef K,
Popol Vuh,
Vladislav Delay,
These Immortal Souls,
Skriet,
Sister Nancy,
The Smoke,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lee Hazlewood,
Surgeon,
L. Decosne,
T. Rex,
Patti Smith,
Public Image Ltd.,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Carl Craig,
Dark Day,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Golliwogs,
Boz Scaggs,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.