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 Russia and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 spring reverb 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 The Monochrome Set to the electroclash 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 Can. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
10cc,
Bronski Beat,
The Dead C,
Swans,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Steve Hackett,
Underground Resistance,
The Birthday Party,
Toni Rubio,
Sex Pistols,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Amazonics,
the Fania All-Stars,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Mojo Men,
Skaos,
Soulsonic Force,
Au Pairs,
Tim Buckley,
Eric Copeland,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Letta Mbulu,
Camouflage,
Eden Ahbez,
Prince Buster,
The Happenings,
The Litter,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Frankie Knuckles,
MDC,
New York Dolls,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kas Product,
Second Layer,
Vainqueur,
Barry Ungar,
The Standells,
Wings,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Howard Jones,
Youth Brigade,
Janne Schatter,
Thee Headcoats,
Circle Jerks,
Quantec,
the Human League,
Blossom Toes,
Amon Düül II,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sun Ra,
Deadbeat,
Silicon Teens,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Barracudas,
Average White Band,
Minutemen,
Clear Light,
The Star Department,
Fela Kuti,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.