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 Cuba and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 Bizarre Inc. 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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls 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 crunk 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 marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Boredoms,
Ken Boothe,
The Invisible,
Tears for Fears,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
the Human League,
Pulsallama,
Tomorrow,
June of 44,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Harry Pussy,
Black Bananas,
ABC,
Swans,
Ultra Naté,
Guru Guru,
The Fugs,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Tommy Roe,
Monolake,
Deepchord,
Eurythmics,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Albert Ayler,
Nick Fraelich,
Ronan,
The Grass Roots,
Roger Hodgson,
Bluetip,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Y Pants,
The Doors,
The New Christs,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bauhaus,
Gregory Isaacs,
Alton Ellis,
Robert Wyatt,
Whodini,
Kurtis Blow,
Kerri Chandler,
Aural Exciters,
Sun Ra,
Radiohead,
Bob Dylan,
The Seeds,
The Angels of Light,
Yazoo,
Isaac Hayes,
Spoonie Gee,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
ABBA,
Arcadia,
Amon Düül II,
Colin Newman,
Niagra,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lucky Dragons,
Ponytail,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Marmalade,
Fad Gadget,
Nirvana,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.