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 Ivory Coast 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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 marimba 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 the Sonics to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
Gang of Four,
Bob Dylan,
Negative Approach,
Saccharine Trust,
Dead Boys,
Stetsasonic,
Junior Murvin,
Cheater Slicks,
Steve Hackett,
Blossom Toes,
the Bar-Kays,
R.M.O.,
Jerry's Kids,
The Smoke,
Frankie Knuckles,
Warsaw,
Symarip,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Knickerbockers,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Seeds,
Neil Young,
Jacques Brel,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
KRS-One,
Sällskapet,
Fat Boys,
Newcleus,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Joy Division,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Slackers,
New Age Steppers,
Scion,
Fad Gadget,
Ituana,
B.T. Express,
Brand Nubian,
Scrapy,
Bush Tetras,
PIL,
Black Pus,
The Electric Prunes,
Lou Reed,
Erasure,
Outsiders,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Surgeon,
Cybotron,
Throbbing Gristle,
Roy Ayers,
Heaven 17,
Avey Tare,
Kerri Chandler,
Los Fastidios,
Severed Heads,
X-Ray Spex,
Donny Hathaway,
Mars,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.