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 Guatemala 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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Taipei.
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 oboe 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 Prince Buster to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skaos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ten City,
Camberwell Now,
Angry Samoans,
Lakeside,
Boz Scaggs,
The Modern Lovers,
Magma,
The Pretty Things,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
New Order,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Mark Hollis,
The Trojans,
The Pop Group,
Slick Rick,
Roy Ayers,
Thompson Twins,
Frankie Knuckles,
Mantronix,
Simply Red,
Procol Harum,
The Happenings,
The Beau Brummels,
Sixth Finger,
The Move,
Marcia Griffiths,
the Normal,
The Electric Prunes,
Sight & Sound,
Bobby Byrd,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Barracudas,
Don Cherry,
Pylon,
Guru Guru,
Max Romeo,
Index,
Patti Smith,
Unrelated Segments,
Mars,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sparks,
48th St. Collective,
The Grass Roots,
The Selecter,
Matthew Bourne,
Trumans Water,
Public Enemy,
One Last Wish,
The Vogues,
Reuben Wilson,
Heaven 17,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Nick Fraelich,
Mission of Burma,
Pierre Henry,
Kas Product,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.