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 Namibia and from Milan.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 spring reverb 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 Adolescents to the dance 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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection 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?
The Gun Club,
Bluetip,
Ponytail,
Mantronix,
Boredoms,
Camberwell Now,
The New Christs,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ultravox,
L. Decosne,
X-102,
Avey Tare,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Porter Ricks,
Arthur Verocai,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Subhumans,
Barrington Levy,
Pierre Henry,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kerrie Biddell,
Slick Rick,
Tomorrow,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Radiohead,
Throbbing Gristle,
Tres Demented,
Terrestrial Tones,
Leonard Cohen,
Cameo,
Outsiders,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Fela Kuti,
Crispian St. Peters,
Junior Murvin,
In Retrospect,
Harry Pussy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Deadbeat,
Moby Grape,
DJ Sneak,
The Wake,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Fall,
Youth Brigade,
The Martian,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Smiths,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Brothers Johnson,
Whodini,
Freddie Wadling,
Blancmange,
Interpol,
Rosa Yemen,
The J.B.'s,
48th St. Collective,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.