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 Spain and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 The Dirtbombs to the grunge 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 Residents. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Television,
Peter & Gordon,
Brand Nubian,
Cybotron,
Bang On A Can,
Trumans Water,
Crash Course in Science,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Minutemen,
F. McDonald,
Erasure,
Gang of Four,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Cheater Slicks,
Bobby Sherman,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Hasil Adkins,
Mantronix,
The Selecter,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Minor Threat,
Fear,
Blossom Toes,
Deadbeat,
Panda Bear,
Man Parrish,
Sam Rivers,
The Human League,
Flash Fearless,
Matthew Halsall,
The Young Rascals,
Talk Talk,
Moss Icon,
Anthony Braxton,
Gabor Szabo,
Suicide,
Dennis Brown,
Malaria!,
Kerri Chandler,
Scrapy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Standells,
Albert Ayler,
The Count Five,
Mission of Burma,
Deakin,
Fela Kuti,
Pierre Henry,
Tropical Tobacco,
Inner City,
Lyres,
The Invisible,
Quantec,
Rekid,
The Golliwogs,
Laurel Aitken,
Lalo Schifrin,
Circle Jerks,
Piero Umiliani,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Brothers Johnson,
DJ Sneak,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.