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 Egypt and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the crunk 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
Joe Smooth,
Newcleus,
DJ Style,
Laurel Aitken,
The Kinks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Eve St. Jones,
Khruangbin,
Second Layer,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Slits,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Aural Exciters,
Rod Modell,
Wolf Eyes,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Neon Judgement,
The Gories,
Royal Trux,
Black Pus,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Massinfluence,
The Doors,
The Red Krayola,
Ludus,
Faust,
Joey Negro,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Moleskins,
One Last Wish,
Wasted Youth,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Tim Buckley,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Slave,
Guru Guru,
Funkadelic,
Joy Division,
Parry Music,
The Pretty Things,
Fugazi,
Lucky Dragons,
MC5,
Maurizio,
The Vogues,
Pierre Henry,
Rekid,
Black Bananas,
Sällskapet,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gang of Four,
Audionom,
The Mummies,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Surgeon,
Animal Collective,
This Heat,
Agent Orange,
Skarface,
Niagra,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.