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 Guinea and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 organ 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 Visage to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
The Blackbyrds,
Stereo Dub,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Con Funk Shun,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bizarre Inc.,
Infiniti,
Section 25,
Nils Olav,
Saccharine Trust,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Gladiators,
Rekid,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Stooges,
Eden Ahbez,
The Grass Roots,
Popol Vuh,
Desert Stars,
Cluster,
MDC,
Oblivians,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Amon Düül,
Au Pairs,
H. Thieme,
Sister Nancy,
Joe Smooth,
Blancmange,
Scan 7,
The Sonics,
Flash Fearless,
Erasure,
Kevin Saunderson,
Hardrive,
James Chance & The Contortions,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Spandau Ballet,
Byron Stingily,
The Last Poets,
The Fall,
Smog,
Morten Harket,
Avey Tare,
Parry Music,
The J.B.'s,
Fad Gadget,
Wasted Youth,
The Raincoats,
Reagan Youth,
Derrick Morgan,
Boogie Down Productions,
Tubeway Army,
June Days,
Lee Hazlewood,
Albert Ayler,
Can,
The Cowsills,
Marine Girls,
UT,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.