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 Haiti and from Tokyo.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Guru Guru to the disco 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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
the Normal,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Robert Görl,
Electric Prunes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Neon Judgement,
Girls At Our Best!,
Boogie Down Productions,
Das Ding,
Spoonie Gee,
Parry Music,
The Gun Club,
Inner City,
X-102,
The Offenders,
Lightning Bolt,
Flipper,
DJ Sneak,
Eric Copeland,
The Happenings,
Patti Smith,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Tremeloes,
Graham Central Station,
Sonny Sharrock,
EPMD,
Alphaville,
Todd Rundgren,
Archie Shepp,
Lucky Dragons,
The Kinks,
Kenny Larkin,
Scion,
Con Funk Shun,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Nas,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Los Fastidios,
Fear,
Gerry Rafferty,
Mark Hollis,
Marcia Griffiths,
cv313,
Aloha Tigers,
Talk Talk,
Agent Orange,
Fela Kuti,
Jerry's Kids,
Wally Richardson,
Vainqueur,
Black Flag,
Michelle Simonal,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Knickerbockers,
Hashim,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rosa Yemen,
Organ,
Ossler,
Flamin' Groovies,
F. McDonald,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.