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 Bangladesh and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Cairo.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Negative Approach to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
Hashim,
Jeff Lynne,
the Soft Cell,
Sonic Youth,
Robert Hood,
Trumans Water,
Moebius,
Eddi Front,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Velvet Underground,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Howard Jones,
The Invisible,
Glenn Branca,
Pere Ubu,
Sexual Harrassment,
CMW,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Crash Course in Science,
Josef K,
Interpol,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Chrome,
Black Bananas,
The Fugs,
Ludus,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Doors,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Joe Smooth,
the Slits,
Sällskapet,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sparks,
Spoonie Gee,
Groovy Waters,
DJ Style,
The Shadows of Knight,
Erykah Badu,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sight & Sound,
Banda Bassotti,
Jeff Mills,
Sugar Minott,
Spandau Ballet,
Danielle Patucci,
Sam Rivers,
Flash Fearless,
The Neon Judgement,
Stiv Bators,
Brass Construction,
Los Fastidios,
Scientists,
Little Man,
Scion,
It's A Beautiful Day,
KRS-One,
Quando Quango,
Arab on Radar,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.