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 Uruguay and from Spokane.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Neon Judgement to the disco 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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
T.S.O.L.,
Harmonia,
Radiohead,
Mantronix,
Kenny Larkin,
Idris Muhammad,
Lyres,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Alphaville,
Mission of Burma,
The Fortunes,
Donny Hathaway,
John Cale,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Crash Course in Science,
In Retrospect,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bill Wells,
Saccharine Trust,
Absolute Body Control,
Television,
Jacques Brel,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
B.T. Express,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Mo-Dettes,
Wire,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sun Ra,
The Walker Brothers,
Jandek,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Shadows of Knight,
PIL,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Black Bananas,
The Happenings,
Symarip,
Leonard Cohen,
AZ,
Terry Callier,
Eden Ahbez,
These Immortal Souls,
The Fugs,
The Angels of Light,
cv313,
David Bowie,
Gil Scott Heron,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ice-T,
Gichy Dan,
R.M.O.,
ABBA,
Roxette,
Stetsasonic,
Qualms,
Scion,
The Beau Brummels,
Soulsonic Force,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.