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 Romania and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 linndrum 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 Spoonie Gee to the dance 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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
Sällskapet,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Quantec,
The Gun Club,
EPMD,
Brick,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Don Cherry,
Joey Negro,
Oneida,
The Selecter,
Yellowson,
Moss Icon,
Stockholm Monsters,
Eric Copeland,
Scratch Acid,
The Evens,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Mad Mike,
The Monks,
Darondo,
Matthew Bourne,
Lalann,
Roxy Music,
Scott Walker,
Massinfluence,
Q65,
Make Up,
June of 44,
Robert Görl,
PIL,
Kas Product,
Arab on Radar,
Bobby Sherman,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Invisible,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Index,
Symarip,
John Coltrane,
Circle Jerks,
The Barracudas,
Moby Grape,
Aswad,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sister Nancy,
Magazine,
Ralphi Rosario,
Scan 7,
Easy Going,
Alphaville,
Ludus,
R.M.O.,
Von Mondo,
Max Romeo,
Newcleus,
Tubeway Army,
The Count Five,
Peter & Gordon,
Juan Atkins,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.