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 Brunei and from Spokane.
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 Lyon and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Connie Case 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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
DJ Style,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ronnie Foster,
The Detroit Cobras,
Tom Boy,
John Holt,
Motorama,
Ponytail,
the Normal,
Alison Limerick,
Spoonie Gee,
John Foxx,
The Doobie Brothers,
Clear Light,
The Invisible,
The Tremeloes,
Wire,
The Mummies,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Josef K,
Buzzcocks,
Andrew Hill,
Bobby Sherman,
Saccharine Trust,
The Count Five,
Kayak,
Radio Birdman,
Yellowson,
Scion,
Faust,
JFA,
The Cowsills,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Wake,
The Birthday Party,
X-102,
Marc Almond,
Sister Nancy,
H. Thieme,
La Düsseldorf,
Crooked Eye,
Jacques Brel,
Crispy Ambulance,
Judy Mowatt,
Dual Sessions,
D'Angelo,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Residents,
Nas,
Brothers Johnson,
Derrick May,
Rapeman,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Dead C,
Rites of Spring,
The Durutti Column,
The Black Dice,
Leonard Cohen,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.