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 Tajikistan and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 808 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 MC5 to the jazz 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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio 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 synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Pop Group,
Amon Düül II,
Gastr Del Sol,
David McCallum,
Sex Pistols,
Babytalk,
F. McDonald,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Tommy Roe,
Grandmaster Flash,
Fluxion,
Cheater Slicks,
Pantaleimon,
T. Rex,
Sound Behaviour,
Underground Resistance,
Gong,
Sonny Sharrock,
Connie Case,
Colin Newman,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gil Scott Heron,
Au Pairs,
Crime,
The Gap Band,
Jimmy McGriff,
Alison Limerick,
Sandy B,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Joy Division,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Birthday Party,
Quadrant,
Laurel Aitken,
Blancmange,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Tubeway Army,
The Barracudas,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sam Rivers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bluetip,
Hasil Adkins,
Ornette Coleman,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Infiniti,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Television Personalities,
The Gladiators,
ABBA,
Half Japanese,
8 Eyed Spy,
Metal Thangz,
Erykah Badu,
Angry Samoans,
Rufus Thomas,
Flipper,
Tom Boy,
Terry Callier,
The Wake,
Jesper Dahlback,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.