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 Denmark and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 theremin 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 Drexciya to the dance 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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Amon Düül II,
The Slackers,
Stereo Dub,
Unwound,
Amon Düül,
Blossom Toes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Juan Atkins,
Lakeside,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Johnny Clarke,
Rufus Thomas,
Desert Stars,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Fad Gadget,
Fear,
James Chance & The Contortions,
DNA,
Janne Schatter,
Andrew Hill,
Porter Ricks,
Crime,
8 Eyed Spy,
Black Flag,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Loose Ends,
Scrapy,
Jacob Miller,
Massinfluence,
Goldenarms,
Man Parrish,
The Neon Judgement,
Khruangbin,
T. Rex,
Metal Thangz,
The Evens,
Pantaleimon,
Donald Byrd,
the Normal,
Neu!,
The Index,
Cheater Slicks,
James White and The Blacks,
Warsaw,
Bauhaus,
Oneida,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Flesh Eaters,
Isaac Hayes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Shuggie Otis,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Cluster,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ken Boothe,
Gabor Szabo,
Sugar Minott,
Ossler,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.