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 Taiwan and from Philadelphia.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Television to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Don Cherry,
Michelle Simonal,
Newcleus,
John Coltrane,
Carl Craig,
Mission of Burma,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ultimate Spinach,
Boogie Down Productions,
Yusef Lateef,
Alphaville,
The Raincoats,
Scan 7,
Guru Guru,
PIL,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
the Slits,
The Searchers,
The Victims,
OOIOO,
Surgeon,
Crime,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Crooked Eye,
Black Moon,
David Bowie,
Masters at Work,
Symarip,
Bush Tetras,
The Dirtbombs,
Oneida,
Reuben Wilson,
Ultravox,
Essential Logic,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Harry Pussy,
Livin' Joy,
The Young Rascals,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kurtis Blow,
the Normal,
Infiniti,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gichy Dan,
Lindisfarne,
Cymande,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Peter and Kerry,
Black Sheep,
Ronnie Foster,
Bang On A Can,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Parry Music,
The Skatalites,
Minor Threat,
Lower 48,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.