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 Ivory Coast and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 Manila and Glasgow.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the linndrum 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 The Gladiators to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
48th St. Collective,
Amazonics,
Black Moon,
The Modern Lovers,
10cc,
The Divine Comedy,
Barclay James Harvest,
Dead Boys,
The Trojans,
Aloha Tigers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Easy Going,
Unwound,
The Invisible,
Bobby Sherman,
Minutemen,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
CMW,
Gang Green,
Scratch Acid,
Franke,
Groovy Waters,
Popol Vuh,
Pere Ubu,
Lee Hazlewood,
Marshall Jefferson,
Banda Bassotti,
Alphaville,
The Motions,
Make Up,
Eddi Front,
Khruangbin,
Eden Ahbez,
The Smiths,
The Slits,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Wolf Eyes,
Andrew Hill,
Q and Not U,
Cal Tjader,
Eric B and Rakim,
David Axelrod,
The Count Five,
Tomorrow,
Japan,
The Human League,
The Gories,
PIL,
Ultra Naté,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
LL Cool J,
Suicide,
Pulsallama,
One Last Wish,
Kerri Chandler,
The Litter,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Loose Ends,
Jerry's Kids,
The Durutti Column,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.