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 Belize and from Halifax.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 David Bowie 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 Radiopuhelimet to the rap 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 The Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
New Age Steppers,
EPMD,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Radiohead,
Spoonie Gee,
The Last Poets,
Gang of Four,
Traffic Nightmare,
Amon Düül II,
The Velvet Underground,
Camouflage,
Tim Buckley,
Black Moon,
Bootsy Collins,
Average White Band,
Bush Tetras,
Graham Central Station,
Don Cherry,
Television,
Scott Walker,
Bobby Byrd,
Camberwell Now,
48th St. Collective,
Skriet,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Techniques,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Panda Bear,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Wings,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Cal Tjader,
Technova,
Kevin Saunderson,
Harry Pussy,
The Wake,
Sight & Sound,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Boredoms,
Eric Dolphy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Hasil Adkins,
Lungfish,
Brothers Johnson,
U.S. Maple,
Sun Ra,
Gang Green,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Young Marble Giants,
Simply Red,
Soft Machine,
Marmalade,
Agitation Free,
Angry Samoans,
Make Up,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.