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 Afghanistan and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Milan.
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 arpeggiator 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 Radiohead to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
The Techniques,
Pole,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bush Tetras,
Young Marble Giants,
Cymande,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sällskapet,
Wasted Youth,
UT,
Grandmaster Flash,
Piero Umiliani,
Crooked Eye,
Mo-Dettes,
Chris Corsano,
Sound Behaviour,
Gang Starr,
U.S. Maple,
Terry Callier,
Bootsy Collins,
Duran Duran,
Pet Shop Boys,
Massinfluence,
Faust,
Accadde A,
Camouflage,
Mars,
The Cowsills,
Kerri Chandler,
Anakelly,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Aswad,
Lalann,
Underground Resistance,
Gong,
Scrapy,
David Axelrod,
DJ Style,
One Last Wish,
Ultra Naté,
Fifty Foot Hose,
New York Dolls,
Eddi Front,
Alison Limerick,
Black Bananas,
Can,
Lou Reed,
Arcadia,
Sunsets and Hearts,
R.M.O.,
Crispy Ambulance,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Gap Band,
EPMD,
Sight & Sound,
The Mummies,
The Music Machine,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.