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 Andorra and from Woodstock.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the grunge 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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Country Teasers,
The United States of America,
Sonic Youth,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Yellowson,
The Pretty Things,
Pylon,
Livin' Joy,
Severed Heads,
Joyce Sims,
Guru Guru,
Kerri Chandler,
Jawbox,
Symarip,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Neon Judgement,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Stooges,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Los Fastidios,
Tres Demented,
Gil Scott Heron,
Steve Hackett,
Dawn Penn,
Can,
Bill Wells,
Henry Cow,
Danielle Patucci,
Eve St. Jones,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Cybotron,
The Index,
The Mojo Men,
June of 44,
Mission of Burma,
The Selecter,
John Coltrane,
Von Mondo,
Moss Icon,
Dorothy Ashby,
Harry Pussy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Alison Limerick,
Marmalade,
Godley & Creme,
Oneida,
Avey Tare,
Eric Copeland,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
T. Rex,
Spandau Ballet,
Frankie Knuckles,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Modern Lovers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Nik Kershaw,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.