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 Samoa and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 linndrum 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 Saccharine Trust to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
Agent Orange,
Archie Shepp,
Lindisfarne,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Von Mondo,
Gabor Szabo,
Yazoo,
Leonard Cohen,
Sonic Youth,
The Saints,
Soul Sonic Force,
Susan Cadogan,
Crime,
kango's stein massive,
Lungfish,
Al Stewart,
Camberwell Now,
Babytalk,
Monolake,
Rhythm & Sound,
10cc,
Monks,
Black Sheep,
Kenny Larkin,
The Motions,
Flamin' Groovies,
Man Parrish,
Ultra Naté,
The Cowsills,
Metal Thangz,
MDC,
Camouflage,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Connie Case,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Sonics,
Malaria!,
Stiv Bators,
Radiohead,
John Foxx,
The Angels of Light,
Swell Maps,
Radio Birdman,
The Red Krayola,
The Real Kids,
Soulsonic Force,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gang Gang Dance,
T.S.O.L.,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Moebius,
Angry Samoans,
Erasure,
The Misunderstood,
The Mummies,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Nick Fraelich,
Con Funk Shun,
Tim Buckley,
Rites of Spring,
Das Ding,
In Retrospect,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.