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 Russia and from Shanghai.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Holger Czukay 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 Arcadia to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
Harry Pussy,
Soulsonic Force,
Visage,
10cc,
ABBA,
the Germs,
X-102,
Lalann,
Robert Görl,
Eve St. Jones,
The Toasters,
Pylon,
Kayak,
Terrestrial Tones,
Black Flag,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Fela Kuti,
Procol Harum,
Ten City,
Patti Smith,
The Divine Comedy,
Average White Band,
One Last Wish,
Royal Trux,
UT,
Severed Heads,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Minutemen,
Henry Cow,
Lou Reed,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lower 48,
Boogie Down Productions,
Accadde A,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
T. Rex,
Lungfish,
Donald Byrd,
Davy DMX,
Fad Gadget,
Deakin,
Bobby Byrd,
Thee Headcoats,
Black Bananas,
the Soft Cell,
Saccharine Trust,
Supertramp,
Maurizio,
Anthony Braxton,
Camouflage,
Wire,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Surgeon,
Franke,
Chris Corsano,
Crash Course in Science,
David McCallum,
A Certain Ratio,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.