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 China and from Calgary.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 Mark Hollis to the disco 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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
The Golliwogs,
Dorothy Ashby,
Whodini,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Tomorrow,
Nas,
Neil Young,
Interpol,
Bobby Byrd,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kevin Saunderson,
F. McDonald,
Aural Exciters,
CMW,
David McCallum,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Names,
the Germs,
Talk Talk,
Excepter,
OOIOO,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Moody Blues,
Sister Nancy,
Outsiders,
Brick,
Boz Scaggs,
the Soft Cell,
Lindisfarne,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ronan,
Scott Walker,
Vladislav Delay,
Grandmaster Flash,
KRS-One,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Eyeless In Gaza,
These Immortal Souls,
Glenn Branca,
Hasil Adkins,
Barry Ungar,
Bill Wells,
Camouflage,
The Real Kids,
The Move,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Audionom,
Saccharine Trust,
Piero Umiliani,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Searchers,
Amon Düül II,
The Last Poets,
Gang Gang Dance,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Fall,
Jawbox,
The Walker Brothers,
Oneida,
Mission of Burma,
Wire,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.