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 Turkey 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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Flamin' Groovies to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
Fugazi,
Roxette,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Robert Wyatt,
La Düsseldorf,
The Five Americans,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bronski Beat,
The Cowsills,
Suicide,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lou Christie,
Metal Thangz,
Bush Tetras,
The Walker Brothers,
The Stooges,
The Fall,
Ornette Coleman,
Pylon,
Toni Rubio,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Althea and Donna,
Porter Ricks,
Young Marble Giants,
Alton Ellis,
Trumans Water,
The Golliwogs,
Cymande,
Janne Schatter,
Shuggie Otis,
Echospace,
Lower 48,
Panda Bear,
Avey Tare,
Jawbox,
the Slits,
Pagans,
R.M.O.,
Los Fastidios,
Iggy Pop,
Bluetip,
The Velvet Underground,
The Smiths,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rod Modell,
Patti Smith,
Fad Gadget,
Wings,
Boogie Down Productions,
Flipper,
The Durutti Column,
Brass Construction,
Peter & Gordon,
Moss Icon,
Grauzone,
the Sonics,
Bill Wells,
Essential Logic,
Black Pus,
Moby Grape,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.