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 Nigeria and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare 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 Tommy Roe to the disco 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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson 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 clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Bar-Kays,
Kaleidoscope,
Ten City,
The Fortunes,
Essential Logic,
Pylon,
Quando Quango,
Rekid,
Main Source,
Ultimate Spinach,
Dark Day,
Groovy Waters,
Nas,
Magazine,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gong,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Neon Judgement,
Desert Stars,
The Moody Blues,
Jimmy McGriff,
Y Pants,
Sound Behaviour,
Fela Kuti,
Minny Pops,
Idris Muhammad,
Barry Ungar,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Chrome,
Lyres,
The Victims,
Toni Rubio,
Nico,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jeru the Damaja,
Underground Resistance,
Bad Manners,
Jawbox,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Barracudas,
The Shadows of Knight,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Grass Roots,
The Fire Engines,
John Lydon,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Dave Gahan,
Banda Bassotti,
Eddi Front,
Roy Ayers,
Terry Callier,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Walker Brothers,
Eric Copeland,
Deakin,
kango's stein massive,
The Busters,
Harmonia,
Monolake,
Colin Newman,
Ohio Players,
Malaria!,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.