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 Lithuania and from New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Gong to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
Lebanon Hanover,
Los Fastidios,
Bill Wells,
Bootsy Collins,
The Last Poets,
The Mojo Men,
Alphaville,
The Trojans,
Man Eating Sloth,
Althea and Donna,
New Age Steppers,
Donald Byrd,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Goldenarms,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Barbara Tucker,
Schoolly D,
Eli Mardock,
cv313,
Pet Shop Boys,
Johnny Clarke,
The Fugs,
Aural Exciters,
K-Klass,
The Techniques,
Urselle,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Essential Logic,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
John Lydon,
Minnie Riperton,
Blossom Toes,
Audionom,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
David Axelrod,
Khruangbin,
Silicon Teens,
The Cramps,
New York Dolls,
Arcadia,
David Bowie,
Andrew Hill,
Jandek,
Camouflage,
Subhumans,
Camberwell Now,
Lalann,
Kurtis Blow,
Cal Tjader,
The Smoke,
Ten City,
Stereo Dub,
Danielle Patucci,
Faust,
Sight & Sound,
Can,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Invisible,
Ralphi Rosario,
Minny Pops,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.