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 Mexico and from Johannesburg.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Glasgow.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the güiro 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 Flipper to the electroclash 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 The Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Procol Harum,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Marcia Griffiths,
Neil Young,
The Real Kids,
Brand Nubian,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Reagan Youth,
Zapp,
Slick Rick,
Trumans Water,
Bob Dylan,
Buzzcocks,
Simply Red,
Bronski Beat,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
John Coltrane,
Y Pants,
Eden Ahbez,
Motorama,
Tubeway Army,
Sun City Girls,
Camouflage,
Hashim,
Matthew Bourne,
Groovy Waters,
Patti Smith,
Lightning Bolt,
Arcadia,
Throbbing Gristle,
Crooked Eye,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Searchers,
The Raincoats,
Excepter,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Young Rascals,
Carl Craig,
Section 25,
Jawbox,
X-102,
David Axelrod,
MC5,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Swell Maps,
Animal Collective,
Fatback Band,
Fugazi,
The Buckinghams,
Schoolly D,
New York Dolls,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eddi Front,
Faust,
Inner City,
Nirvana,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Names,
Gabor Szabo,
Shuggie Otis,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.