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 Dominican Republic and from Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 808 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 Man Parrish to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gabor Szabo,
Reuben Wilson,
Barrington Levy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ludus,
Tres Demented,
Radiohead,
The Cosmic Jokers,
David Bowie,
Matthew Halsall,
Minutemen,
Sam Rivers,
The Tremeloes,
the Human League,
Wasted Youth,
Isaac Hayes,
Tim Buckley,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Henry Cow,
Oblivians,
Soft Machine,
Barry Ungar,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Donny Hathaway,
Minor Threat,
Public Image Ltd.,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Music Machine,
Arcadia,
the Sonics,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sister Nancy,
Liliput,
Hasil Adkins,
Index,
Darondo,
Alphaville,
Main Source,
Hot Snakes,
New Order,
Mantronix,
Unwound,
Delon & Dalcan,
Big Daddy Kane,
Dawn Penn,
Easy Going,
Amon Düül II,
The Knickerbockers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Donald Byrd,
Fluxion,
LL Cool J,
Kurtis Blow,
Niagra,
Roxy Music,
Guru Guru,
The Happenings,
Ituana,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.