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 Bahamas and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 Manchester and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 guitar 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 Minutemen to the funk 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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
Scrapy,
Glenn Branca,
Quadrant,
Crispy Ambulance,
X-101,
Make Up,
LL Cool J,
Grauzone,
The Move,
Skarface,
The Monochrome Set,
The Mojo Men,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Technova,
Janne Schatter,
Jacob Miller,
Con Funk Shun,
Pulsallama,
E-Dancer,
Soul II Soul,
Agent Orange,
The Black Dice,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Youth Brigade,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Nas,
Davy DMX,
Spoonie Gee,
Crime,
New Order,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Tomorrow,
Deakin,
A Certain Ratio,
Suicide,
Chrome,
DNA,
The Pretty Things,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sight & Sound,
John Lydon,
Graham Central Station,
Qualms,
Anthony Braxton,
Pere Ubu,
Traffic Nightmare,
Delon & Dalcan,
Tears for Fears,
Dawn Penn,
The Fire Engines,
Gong,
Godley & Creme,
Q65,
Scion,
Aural Exciters,
Tom Boy,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.