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 Turkmenistan and from Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Theoretical Girls to the grunge 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 The Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Matthew Halsall,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Bar-Kays,
Swans,
Andrew Hill,
Shuggie Otis,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rotary Connection,
Cal Tjader,
The Fall,
Skaos,
Thee Headcoats,
Crooked Eye,
The Count Five,
Dual Sessions,
The Golliwogs,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Youth Brigade,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Fela Kuti,
Kenny Larkin,
In Retrospect,
The Cramps,
Los Fastidios,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Index,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jacques Brel,
L. Decosne,
The Angels of Light,
Joe Smooth,
Brick,
Sonic Youth,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Television Personalities,
the Slits,
Bobby Byrd,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Young Marble Giants,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Pop Group,
Tommy Roe,
Scientists,
The Last Poets,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Trumans Water,
The Remains,
The Names,
Connie Case,
Organ,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jesper Dahlback,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Maurizio,
kango's stein massive,
The Moleskins,
Electric Prunes,
Eli Mardock,
Sex Pistols,
Skriet,
Donald Byrd,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.