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 Gabon and from Philadelphia.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 AZ to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Joensuu 1685,
Matthew Bourne,
DNA,
The Victims,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gang Gang Dance,
The New Christs,
Brothers Johnson,
Yazoo,
Schoolly D,
Black Moon,
Sonny Sharrock,
Robert Wyatt,
Massinfluence,
Matthew Halsall,
Al Stewart,
Angry Samoans,
The Mummies,
Pierre Henry,
Eurythmics,
Funkadelic,
The Gories,
John Cale,
The Fugs,
Quantec,
Cluster,
Tom Boy,
Babytalk,
The Offenders,
Newcleus,
Kurtis Blow,
Glenn Branca,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Barbara Tucker,
Visage,
Section 25,
Fatback Band,
Sällskapet,
Grey Daturas,
Pere Ubu,
Nation of Ulysses,
the Soft Cell,
Niagra,
Vainqueur,
June Days,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Barracudas,
Skaos,
Chris & Cosey,
Anakelly,
The Sonics,
The Trojans,
Funky Four + One,
The Blues Magoos,
F. McDonald,
Youth Brigade,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.