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 Vietnam and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the marimba 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 Scientists to the crunk 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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mr. Review record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
Jandek,
Robert Görl,
Pet Shop Boys,
T. Rex,
OOIOO,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pierre Henry,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Youth Brigade,
ABBA,
Reagan Youth,
Outsiders,
The Fall,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Gun Club,
Ponytail,
Lyres,
Camberwell Now,
Skaos,
Stockholm Monsters,
Althea and Donna,
Duran Duran,
Rosa Yemen,
The Evens,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pylon,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Gap Band,
Joy Division,
Eyeless In Gaza,
World's Most,
Ultravox,
The Moody Blues,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sex Pistols,
Buzzcocks,
Al Stewart,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sister Nancy,
Dual Sessions,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sam Rivers,
The Smoke,
Marc Almond,
Kaleidoscope,
The Divine Comedy,
Kerrie Biddell,
Eve St. Jones,
Black Moon,
Pulsallama,
June Days,
Cybotron,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Q65,
Tim Buckley,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
ABC,
The Motions,
Clear Light,
Qualms,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.