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 Mongolia and from Milan.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
Easy Going,
Ituana,
La Düsseldorf,
Scott Walker,
Lou Christie,
Fat Boys,
Scratch Acid,
Lower 48,
New York Dolls,
Kevin Saunderson,
Roy Ayers,
Junior Murvin,
Reuben Wilson,
John Cale,
F. McDonald,
The Zeros,
Hardrive,
The Grass Roots,
The Black Dice,
Grauzone,
The Seeds,
Ultra Naté,
Duran Duran,
James White and The Blacks,
Minnie Riperton,
Harpers Bizarre,
Mark Hollis,
Robert Hood,
The Shadows of Knight,
D'Angelo,
Model 500,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bill Wells,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Mr. Review,
Dark Day,
Ohio Players,
Marvin Gaye,
Funky Four + One,
Glenn Branca,
Crispian St. Peters,
This Heat,
Ronnie Foster,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Agitation Free,
Lightning Bolt,
Judy Mowatt,
Tom Boy,
The Saints,
In Retrospect,
Marshall Jefferson,
Q and Not U,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Remains,
China Crisis,
Dennis Brown,
Country Teasers,
Tim Buckley,
Fad Gadget,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.