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 Ghana 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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Beijing.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Doors to the rock 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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
Johnny Clarke,
Glenn Branca,
Television Personalities,
The Sound,
Ice-T,
Schoolly D,
Organ,
Albert Ayler,
Surgeon,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pagans,
The Birthday Party,
Boz Scaggs,
Urselle,
cv313,
The Human League,
Rapeman,
Massinfluence,
Ten City,
MC5,
Robert Görl,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bob Dylan,
Lindisfarne,
the Bar-Kays,
Basic Channel,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
OOIOO,
David McCallum,
Technova,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Real Kids,
Franke,
Guru Guru,
Chris & Cosey,
Tommy Roe,
Oneida,
Aural Exciters,
Eden Ahbez,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Blackbyrds,
Quantec,
Pere Ubu,
The Names,
Eric Copeland,
Blossom Toes,
Severed Heads,
Easy Going,
U.S. Maple,
Section 25,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Y Pants,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Prince Buster,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sexual Harrassment,
Drive Like Jehu,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.