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 Monaco and from Beijing.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
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 Wolf Eyes to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
Fugazi,
Bobby Byrd,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lebanon Hanover,
PIL,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Reuben Wilson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Prince Buster,
The Sound,
Tubeway Army,
Severed Heads,
kango's stein massive,
Eden Ahbez,
Easy Going,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Electric Prunes,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Index,
Glenn Branca,
48th St. Collective,
Andrew Hill,
Swans,
Roy Ayers,
Skarface,
In Retrospect,
The Move,
Sparks,
JFA,
Eric Copeland,
Unwound,
Con Funk Shun,
Altered Images,
Radio Birdman,
Bobby Womack,
The Velvet Underground,
Danielle Patucci,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Grass Roots,
Yaz,
Second Layer,
Aloha Tigers,
James White and The Blacks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Doors,
Gerry Rafferty,
Blossom Toes,
The Slits,
Model 500,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Interpol,
Kenny Larkin,
R.M.O.,
Joe Smooth,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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.