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 Suriname and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Accra.
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 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 Darondo to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
Anakelly,
Alice Coltrane,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Radiopuhelimet,
Blossom Toes,
Cybotron,
Public Enemy,
Minny Pops,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Offenders,
David McCallum,
Michelle Simonal,
The Kinks,
Hoover,
David Axelrod,
Robert Hood,
Tim Buckley,
Cluster,
The Star Department,
The Tremeloes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jawbox,
The Toasters,
Aaron Thompson,
Todd Terry,
Soul Sonic Force,
Skriet,
Monolake,
The Monochrome Set,
Toni Rubio,
Index,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Nirvana,
Sonny Sharrock,
Anthony Braxton,
Gastr Del Sol,
Cameo,
Roy Ayers,
Glenn Branca,
Crispy Ambulance,
Iggy Pop,
48th St. Collective,
cv313,
Sun City Girls,
Sight & Sound,
DNA,
Pylon,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Busters,
Jeff Mills,
Delta 5,
Bauhaus,
The Gladiators,
Roxette,
Dennis Brown,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Reuben Wilson,
the Slits,
Sex Pistols,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Barrington Levy,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.