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 Andorra and from Shanghai.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 rhodes 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 Black Pus to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Suicide,
Radio Birdman,
a-ha,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Black Flag,
U.S. Maple,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Whodini,
X-Ray Spex,
Big Daddy Kane,
Reuben Wilson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Al Stewart,
Popol Vuh,
Sexual Harrassment,
Con Funk Shun,
Talk Talk,
LL Cool J,
The Remains,
Gang Gang Dance,
Johnny Osbourne,
Depeche Mode,
Cameo,
Buzzcocks,
Lalann,
Grauzone,
Maurizio,
Amazonics,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Fugs,
The Barracudas,
Pierre Henry,
48th St. Collective,
Minutemen,
Marine Girls,
Hasil Adkins,
Moss Icon,
Thompson Twins,
Todd Terry,
the Slits,
Chris & Cosey,
Zero Boys,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Matthew Halsall,
Visage,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Underground Resistance,
Surgeon,
10cc,
Nas,
The Dirtbombs,
Metal Thangz,
Sarah Menescal,
Ornette Coleman,
The Smoke,
Bootsy Collins,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jandek,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.