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 Cape Verde and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Lou Reed 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 John Lydon to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
Talk Talk,
Audionom,
Dead Boys,
The Golliwogs,
June of 44,
Severed Heads,
New Age Steppers,
Charles Mingus,
Kevin Saunderson,
Henry Cow,
Ludus,
JFA,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Zero Boys,
The Cure,
The Residents,
Country Teasers,
Supertramp,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
New Order,
Pulsallama,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Slits,
The Leaves,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
ABC,
Mission of Burma,
Sonic Youth,
The Cowsills,
Desert Stars,
KRS-One,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Smoke,
Grey Daturas,
Neu!,
Bobby Sherman,
Groovy Waters,
FM Einheit,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
World's Most,
The American Breed,
La Düsseldorf,
Duran Duran,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lou Christie,
The Buckinghams,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
MDC,
Deakin,
the Swans,
Steve Hackett,
Terry Callier,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rosa Yemen,
The Pretty Things,
Easy Going,
Ossler,
Television Personalities,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.