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 Algeria and from Hong Kong.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 arpeggiator 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 Wire to the punk 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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
Ponytail,
Spoonie Gee,
Absolute Body Control,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jesper Dahlback,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pussy Galore,
T.S.O.L.,
Warren Ellis,
Radiohead,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bobby Womack,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Scrapy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Agent Orange,
Pere Ubu,
The Smiths,
The Beau Brummels,
Eric B and Rakim,
Prince Buster,
Dead Boys,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Last Poets,
Todd Terry,
Warsaw,
Gang Gang Dance,
Boredoms,
Black Sheep,
The Walker Brothers,
John Coltrane,
Marine Girls,
Danielle Patucci,
Flipper,
Fela Kuti,
Unrelated Segments,
Mantronix,
Dawn Penn,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Minutemen,
Groovy Waters,
Jeff Lynne,
Excepter,
Joe Smooth,
Andrew Hill,
The Gun Club,
The Black Dice,
Oblivians,
Wolf Eyes,
Pet Shop Boys,
Swell Maps,
Carl Craig,
Black Pus,
Section 25,
World's Most,
Flash Fearless,
Fear,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.