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 Singapore and from Paris.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
The Motions,
The Cramps,
Pagans,
Gastr Del Sol,
FM Einheit,
The Moody Blues,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Duran Duran,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
DNA,
The Mojo Men,
Joensuu 1685,
Royal Trux,
UT,
Make Up,
Buzzcocks,
D'Angelo,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gichy Dan,
Byron Stingily,
the Fania All-Stars,
X-101,
Kool Moe Dee,
Danielle Patucci,
Lucky Dragons,
Pantytec,
Nation of Ulysses,
Agitation Free,
The Golliwogs,
The Buckinghams,
Eli Mardock,
Deadbeat,
Tears for Fears,
Cecil Taylor,
The Pretty Things,
Ice-T,
Brothers Johnson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Junior Murvin,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lindisfarne,
Henry Cow,
June Days,
8 Eyed Spy,
Graham Central Station,
Negative Approach,
The Gun Club,
Radio Birdman,
Animal Collective,
Juan Atkins,
John Holt,
The Slits,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sugar Minott,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Harry Pussy,
Lou Reed,
Gang Gang Dance,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gong,
Colin Newman,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.