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 Mali and from Winnipeg.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 chamberlin 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 Circle Jerks to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Arthur Verocai,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Clear Light,
Depeche Mode,
Minutemen,
Amon Düül II,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Hashim,
Reagan Youth,
Unrelated Segments,
Sex Pistols,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Oblivians,
Todd Rundgren,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Big Daddy Kane,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Cal Tjader,
Nico,
Suburban Knight,
The Raincoats,
Pierre Henry,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Camberwell Now,
Delta 5,
The Gun Club,
Sexual Harrassment,
the Bar-Kays,
DJ Sneak,
Porter Ricks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Grauzone,
cv313,
Los Fastidios,
Marmalade,
The Gap Band,
The Offenders,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
D'Angelo,
Rites of Spring,
Michelle Simonal,
Hasil Adkins,
Faraquet,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sonny Sharrock,
Fluxion,
Bob Dylan,
The Wake,
Kurtis Blow,
Silicon Teens,
The Flesh Eaters,
Scan 7,
Barbara Tucker,
Derrick Morgan,
F. McDonald,
Pulsallama,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Urselle,
These Immortal Souls,
The Black Dice,
James White and The Blacks,
The Last Poets,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.