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 Serbia and from Manchester.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the guitar 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 Grauzone to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Buzzcocks,
Boredoms,
Easy Going,
Main Source,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Knickerbockers,
Essential Logic,
Piero Umiliani,
Eric B and Rakim,
Josef K,
Oblivians,
The Fugs,
The Blues Magoos,
FM Einheit,
Donny Hathaway,
The Trojans,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Brass Construction,
R.M.O.,
Youth Brigade,
Charles Mingus,
Hasil Adkins,
Scott Walker,
Angry Samoans,
Rotary Connection,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kurtis Blow,
Minnie Riperton,
Basic Channel,
Rekid,
D'Angelo,
Technova,
Dark Day,
CMW,
Minutemen,
Joy Division,
10cc,
Sound Behaviour,
B.T. Express,
The Smoke,
Symarip,
the Association,
Desert Stars,
Iggy Pop,
Soft Cell,
Bad Manners,
Eric Copeland,
Colin Newman,
The Standells,
Electric Prunes,
Q and Not U,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
James White and The Blacks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Intrusion,
Index,
Von Mondo,
Bang On A Can,
The Invisible,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.