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 Vietnam and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Reuben Wilson 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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
Man Parrish,
The Barracudas,
Sonny Sharrock,
X-Ray Spex,
The Trojans,
Minny Pops,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lindisfarne,
Pierre Henry,
B.T. Express,
The American Breed,
JFA,
The Fall,
Barry Ungar,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Clear Light,
Alice Coltrane,
Sarah Menescal,
Bluetip,
Pagans,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Alphaville,
The United States of America,
Skarface,
T.S.O.L.,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Reagan Youth,
Ultra Naté,
Maleditus Sound,
Joe Smooth,
Schoolly D,
Boz Scaggs,
Mad Mike,
Altered Images,
James White and The Blacks,
Reuben Wilson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kerri Chandler,
Index,
Soul Sonic Force,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Nico,
Mr. Review,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Piero Umiliani,
Intrusion,
Scrapy,
Fluxion,
Thompson Twins,
Kenny Larkin,
Organ,
Cybotron,
Yusef Lateef,
The Victims,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Glenn Branca,
Black Pus,
Bobby Womack,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Arcadia,
Todd Terry,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.