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 Finland and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tehran.
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 synthesizer 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 Au Pairs to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Malaria!,
John Holt,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ice-T,
The Martian,
Siglo XX,
Essential Logic,
The Associates,
Bob Dylan,
Jerry's Kids,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Durutti Column,
David McCallum,
Youth Brigade,
Los Fastidios,
Lou Reed,
Joe Finger,
Steve Hackett,
James White and The Blacks,
Slick Rick,
Sugar Minott,
The Dave Clark Five,
Spoonie Gee,
Model 500,
Franke,
The Leaves,
The Moody Blues,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Infiniti,
Moebius,
Don Cherry,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Fugs,
Amon Düül,
Bad Manners,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Buckinghams,
Cameo,
Sound Behaviour,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pharoah Sanders,
Peter & Gordon,
The Birthday Party,
Pet Shop Boys,
Josef K,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Mark Hollis,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Q and Not U,
Ultra Naté,
The Tremeloes,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kerrie Biddell,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Cramps,
The J.B.'s,
Qualms,
Second Layer,
Mission of Burma,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.