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 Vietnam and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Country Teasers to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
Young Marble Giants,
Radiohead,
DJ Style,
Mad Mike,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Last Poets,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Raincoats,
La Düsseldorf,
Lalann,
Moby Grape,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ten City,
Jerry's Kids,
The Cramps,
The Cure,
Barbara Tucker,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Siglo XX,
Flipper,
Cybotron,
Ronan,
Kerrie Biddell,
Simply Red,
Spoonie Gee,
Neu!,
Average White Band,
Soulsonic Force,
Henry Cow,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Magma,
Motorama,
Quando Quango,
Tom Boy,
Marshall Jefferson,
Duran Duran,
Fifty Foot Hose,
a-ha,
Mary Jane Girls,
the Bar-Kays,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Mars,
The Golliwogs,
Terry Callier,
Lucky Dragons,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Residents,
Pantaleimon,
The Victims,
Zapp,
Cheater Slicks,
Q and Not U,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Khruangbin,
T. Rex,
Fluxion,
The Smoke,
Easy Going,
Kas Product,
The Searchers,
Arcadia,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.