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 Barbados 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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 chamberlin 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 Wolf Eyes to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
Al Stewart,
Organ,
The Divine Comedy,
Vainqueur,
Lou Christie,
Sound Behaviour,
Jandek,
The Slackers,
Magma,
Avey Tare,
Reuben Wilson,
Black Sheep,
These Immortal Souls,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Chrome,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kerrie Biddell,
Dark Day,
Royal Trux,
The Moody Blues,
Silicon Teens,
Tubeway Army,
Country Teasers,
Animal Collective,
Jacques Brel,
Henry Cow,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Last Poets,
Quando Quango,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Grandmaster Flash,
Susan Cadogan,
Freddie Wadling,
Circle Jerks,
Marvin Gaye,
Niagra,
Janne Schatter,
Stereo Dub,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ohio Players,
This Heat,
Y Pants,
Thompson Twins,
Cluster,
Bush Tetras,
X-Ray Spex,
The New Christs,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Slick Rick,
Rosa Yemen,
The United States of America,
Outsiders,
Faust,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Nico,
Brass Construction,
Big Daddy Kane,
Supertramp,
Infiniti,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.