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 Botswana and from Lyon.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Fear to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
the Bar-Kays,
Khruangbin,
Lalann,
Fela Kuti,
Alton Ellis,
Davy DMX,
Gichy Dan,
Arthur Verocai,
The Barracudas,
Mr. Review,
Sex Pistols,
Connie Case,
Half Japanese,
Barry Ungar,
Niagra,
Laurel Aitken,
Smog,
Gong,
Althea and Donna,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Organ,
Underground Resistance,
Sun Ra,
Rites of Spring,
One Last Wish,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Black Moon,
U.S. Maple,
Ossler,
the Sonics,
Joe Finger,
Swell Maps,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bluetip,
The Names,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bobby Sherman,
Nirvana,
Delon & Dalcan,
Hasil Adkins,
Gabor Szabo,
Colin Newman,
Eric Dolphy,
Cheater Slicks,
UT,
Pussy Galore,
Jesper Dahlback,
Chris & Cosey,
Ash Ra Tempel,
ABC,
Joy Division,
June Days,
Black Bananas,
The Dead C,
Eric B and Rakim,
48th St. Collective,
Godley & Creme,
Amon Düül II,
T. Rex,
The Gories,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.