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 Estonia and from Copenhagen.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Pierre Henry to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
The Sound,
The Happenings,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Grandmaster Flash,
Easy Going,
B.T. Express,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sonic Youth,
Crooked Eye,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Nik Kershaw,
Mo-Dettes,
Ituana,
The American Breed,
Lakeside,
Average White Band,
The Fall,
Mandrill,
Jesper Dahlback,
Cameo,
Brand Nubian,
Blossom Toes,
Eric Copeland,
Bobby Womack,
Gang Gang Dance,
Zero Boys,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gang Starr,
Livin' Joy,
The Buckinghams,
Roxy Music,
The Kinks,
Laurel Aitken,
Kaleidoscope,
Henry Cow,
The Velvet Underground,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Black Bananas,
Charles Mingus,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Unrelated Segments,
The Birthday Party,
Toni Rubio,
The Motions,
Harry Pussy,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rod Modell,
Oneida,
Flamin' Groovies,
John Cale,
X-102,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Red Krayola,
The Dirtbombs,
The Index,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.