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 Angola and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 Basic Channel 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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman 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 harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
World's Most,
Eric Dolphy,
Interpol,
Spoonie Gee,
Easy Going,
Tim Buckley,
Wolf Eyes,
Sandy B,
Todd Terry,
Man Parrish,
Magazine,
T. Rex,
Excepter,
Dorothy Ashby,
Y Pants,
the Human League,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rhythm & Sound,
Avey Tare,
Agitation Free,
Blake Baxter,
Kerrie Biddell,
Warren Ellis,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Eden Ahbez,
the Soft Cell,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
DJ Style,
Guru Guru,
MDC,
Second Layer,
John Holt,
JFA,
Deakin,
Black Flag,
Mark Hollis,
The Red Krayola,
Sight & Sound,
Grey Daturas,
Royal Trux,
Carl Craig,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pole,
the Germs,
the Bar-Kays,
Letta Mbulu,
Fort Wilson Riot,
June of 44,
Delta 5,
Swans,
La Düsseldorf,
Kool Moe Dee,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Five Americans,
The Velvet Underground,
Matthew Halsall,
Johnny Clarke,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Anakelly,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.