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 Indonesia and from Bologna.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Danielle Patucci 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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
the Fania All-Stars,
Joe Smooth,
Idris Muhammad,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Vladislav Delay,
The Seeds,
The Leaves,
Unrelated Segments,
Agitation Free,
Marc Almond,
Mo-Dettes,
a-ha,
The Residents,
Albert Ayler,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sarah Menescal,
Sonny Sharrock,
Nick Fraelich,
Byron Stingily,
The Angels of Light,
the Normal,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Mr. Review,
Laurel Aitken,
Judy Mowatt,
The Durutti Column,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Niagra,
Iggy Pop,
Joey Negro,
Pantaleimon,
Gichy Dan,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Motions,
The Grass Roots,
Altered Images,
Sällskapet,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Half Japanese,
X-Ray Spex,
Bluetip,
Harpers Bizarre,
10cc,
Popol Vuh,
The Walker Brothers,
Eve St. Jones,
MC5,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Alphaville,
Basic Channel,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Crash Course in Science,
Arthur Verocai,
T.S.O.L.,
The Birthday Party,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.