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 Iran and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Yellowson to the techno 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 The Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gastr Del Sol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
Mars,
Soul Sonic Force,
Fatback Band,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Swans,
Arab on Radar,
Black Moon,
One Last Wish,
Moss Icon,
Marshall Jefferson,
PIL,
The Cure,
Trumans Water,
Bizarre Inc.,
Deepchord,
Gabor Szabo,
The Golliwogs,
The Real Kids,
Boredoms,
Outsiders,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Leaves,
Depeche Mode,
Lou Christie,
Robert Wyatt,
David McCallum,
These Immortal Souls,
Ituana,
Cluster,
Wolf Eyes,
Barrington Levy,
Amon Düül,
Neil Young,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Residents,
Whodini,
Rotary Connection,
Index,
Ralphi Rosario,
China Crisis,
Eurythmics,
Soft Cell,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gang Starr,
Todd Terry,
Qualms,
Rosa Yemen,
Newcleus,
CMW,
Bill Wells,
Fat Boys,
Minutemen,
Schoolly D,
New York Dolls,
Section 25,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Liliput,
The Saints,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Man Eating Sloth,
Dennis Brown,
Kas Product,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.