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 Comoros and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Soft Machine to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
Scott Walker,
Harmonia,
Essential Logic,
Public Image Ltd.,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Intrusion,
Skarface,
Soul Sonic Force,
Peter and Kerry,
Shuggie Otis,
The Leaves,
Panda Bear,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Toasters,
Black Moon,
Don Cherry,
Drive Like Jehu,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Zero Boys,
Television Personalities,
Hoover,
Iggy Pop,
Porter Ricks,
The Evens,
Arcadia,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Qualms,
Groovy Waters,
Cymande,
the Human League,
Mantronix,
Amon Düül II,
LL Cool J,
Schoolly D,
Second Layer,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rhythm & Sound,
Nas,
Adolescents,
New York Dolls,
The Human League,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Martian,
Laurel Aitken,
Minutemen,
The Saints,
Sister Nancy,
Lyres,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Buckinghams,
Silicon Teens,
Barry Ungar,
KRS-One,
Black Sheep,
The Stooges,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.