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 Spokane.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 sitar 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 Goldenarms to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
PIL,
Sonic Youth,
Ossler,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Fad Gadget,
Eve St. Jones,
The Five Americans,
Bill Wells,
Cecil Taylor,
Blancmange,
Wire,
Babytalk,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Skarface,
Glenn Branca,
Yaz,
The Tremeloes,
Youth Brigade,
L. Decosne,
June Days,
Crime,
The Residents,
CMW,
Qualms,
Sarah Menescal,
Oblivians,
Saccharine Trust,
Tubeway Army,
Isaac Hayes,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kool Moe Dee,
This Heat,
Boz Scaggs,
The Dead C,
Aaron Thompson,
Godley & Creme,
Eric Dolphy,
Gang of Four,
John Coltrane,
Traffic Nightmare,
a-ha,
Sonny Sharrock,
Robert Görl,
Marc Almond,
The Human League,
New Age Steppers,
Warren Ellis,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Essential Logic,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Gladiators,
The Black Dice,
Nico,
Frankie Knuckles,
Darondo,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Deakin,
Angry Samoans,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The American Breed,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Doobie Brothers,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.