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 Namibia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Inner City to the punk 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 Normal. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group 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 sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
Aaron Thompson,
X-101,
World's Most,
Gabor Szabo,
Panda Bear,
UT,
The Motions,
Erasure,
ABBA,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ponytail,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Radiohead,
Idris Muhammad,
Cluster,
David Bowie,
MC5,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Blues Magoos,
Mo-Dettes,
Sight & Sound,
Shuggie Otis,
Connie Case,
Moebius,
Scott Walker,
The Tremeloes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
the Swans,
The Young Rascals,
Joey Negro,
Marmalade,
John Foxx,
Swell Maps,
Fugazi,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Neon Judgement,
Soul II Soul,
Crash Course in Science,
Hardrive,
the Normal,
Flipper,
Stereo Dub,
The Moody Blues,
ABC,
Traffic Nightmare,
John Cale,
Neu!,
Terry Callier,
Dorothy Ashby,
Cecil Taylor,
Leonard Cohen,
Danielle Patucci,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pagans,
Robert Görl,
Donald Byrd,
Eddi Front,
Guru Guru,
In Retrospect,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.