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 Ireland and from Delhi.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Winnipeg.
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 marimba 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 These Immortal Souls to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
Severed Heads,
The Vogues,
Sugar Minott,
Alton Ellis,
Gabor Szabo,
Simply Red,
Angry Samoans,
EPMD,
Idris Muhammad,
Suburban Knight,
David Axelrod,
MC5,
Massinfluence,
cv313,
Vainqueur,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
OOIOO,
Lebanon Hanover,
the Slits,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rod Modell,
Nas,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sex Pistols,
Bobbi Humphrey,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Count Five,
The J.B.'s,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Skatalites,
Mars,
Thee Headcoats,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Electric Prunes,
The Raincoats,
Bobby Womack,
Erykah Badu,
Saccharine Trust,
Juan Atkins,
Sarah Menescal,
Peter and Kerry,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Wolf Eyes,
Echospace,
Avey Tare,
Harpers Bizarre,
Clear Light,
Albert Ayler,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Tommy Roe,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Arthur Verocai,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bang On A Can,
The Five Americans,
Von Mondo,
Stereo Dub,
The Flesh Eaters,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.