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 Syria and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 clarinet 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 Lucky Dragons to the funk 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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
Oblivians,
Lou Christie,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Soft Cell,
Fad Gadget,
Loose Ends,
June Days,
Boz Scaggs,
Inner City,
E-Dancer,
Quando Quango,
Pylon,
Mars,
the Bar-Kays,
Fugazi,
Boredoms,
Prince Buster,
Donny Hathaway,
Curtis Mayfield,
Trumans Water,
The Moleskins,
Angry Samoans,
Albert Ayler,
Donald Byrd,
Marvin Gaye,
The Remains,
Babytalk,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Happenings,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Associates,
The Neon Judgement,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Human League,
Dennis Brown,
The Golliwogs,
Danielle Patucci,
Glenn Branca,
David Axelrod,
Adolescents,
Gang Green,
Letta Mbulu,
Funkadelic,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Davy DMX,
Freddie Wadling,
The Gladiators,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Colin Newman,
LL Cool J,
Circle Jerks,
Au Pairs,
Deadbeat,
The Barracudas,
Los Fastidios,
The Gories,
Howard Jones,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fear,
Rhythm & Sound,
T. Rex,
Gichy Dan,
Japan,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.