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 Israel and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 theremin 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 The Mojo Men to the techno 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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
Funky Four + One,
Agent Orange,
The Music Machine,
UT,
Radiopuhelimet,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pole,
Scan 7,
The Zeros,
Barry Ungar,
The Happenings,
Pussy Galore,
Sixth Finger,
Flamin' Groovies,
Thompson Twins,
The Real Kids,
the Fania All-Stars,
Anthony Braxton,
Gang of Four,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Oneida,
Cybotron,
Ultravox,
This Heat,
Public Enemy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Minutemen,
Excepter,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Alton Ellis,
Gang Green,
Steve Hackett,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sonny Sharrock,
Dead Boys,
Rosa Yemen,
Siglo XX,
Unwound,
The Selecter,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Brass Construction,
Todd Terry,
Nils Olav,
Hot Snakes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Newcleus,
Ten City,
The Cowsills,
Mr. Review,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Robert Wyatt,
The Pretty Things,
Ultra Naté,
Spoonie Gee,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Aural Exciters,
Jacques Brel,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.