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 Mauritius and from London.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 808 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 Albert Ayler to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
Bush Tetras,
Supertramp,
CMW,
Anakelly,
Monks,
Amazonics,
Lucky Dragons,
Aural Exciters,
Inner City,
Graham Central Station,
Crooked Eye,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Robert Hood,
Fad Gadget,
Man Parrish,
Althea and Donna,
The Fuzztones,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Dual Sessions,
Davy DMX,
Minor Threat,
Severed Heads,
Blancmange,
Tim Buckley,
Second Layer,
Vainqueur,
Toni Rubio,
The Residents,
the Germs,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Alphaville,
Bronski Beat,
Curtis Mayfield,
Unrelated Segments,
Howard Jones,
The Divine Comedy,
Soft Machine,
Alton Ellis,
Thee Headcoats,
Colin Newman,
The Fall,
X-102,
Letta Mbulu,
Public Enemy,
Circle Jerks,
Nation of Ulysses,
Stockholm Monsters,
Isaac Hayes,
Sugar Minott,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Eddi Front,
Darondo,
Marine Girls,
Kayak,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Anthony Braxton,
Boz Scaggs,
Maurizio,
Lou Christie,
Talk Talk,
Donny Hathaway,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.