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 Vietnam and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 güiro 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 Dual Sessions to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bobby Byrd,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sound Behaviour,
Heaven 17,
Malaria!,
Scrapy,
The Tremeloes,
Schoolly D,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Buzzcocks,
Roxette,
Matthew Bourne,
Idris Muhammad,
Half Japanese,
Ponytail,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
JFA,
Cal Tjader,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ohio Players,
John Cale,
The Neon Judgement,
Amon Düül,
Groovy Waters,
The Fortunes,
Terrestrial Tones,
Loose Ends,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jandek,
The Monks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pylon,
Kaleidoscope,
The Wake,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rakim,
Desert Stars,
Pussy Galore,
Crispy Ambulance,
Mission of Burma,
Pantaleimon,
Sarah Menescal,
The Techniques,
John Coltrane,
Susan Cadogan,
Funkadelic,
The Dead C,
The Litter,
Model 500,
Nirvana,
Spandau Ballet,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Janne Schatter,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sex Pistols,
Dave Gahan,
48th St. Collective,
ABBA,
Sandy B,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.