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 Moldova and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the grunge 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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
Q and Not U,
Technova,
48th St. Collective,
Chris Corsano,
Moss Icon,
The Red Krayola,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Michelle Simonal,
Prince Buster,
The Fire Engines,
DNA,
Sister Nancy,
Grey Daturas,
Funky Four + One,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Kinks,
Deakin,
Echospace,
Cecil Taylor,
Nas,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Cure,
Barry Ungar,
Crime,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Neu!,
Aswad,
Deepchord,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ossler,
Black Flag,
Joyce Sims,
Marine Girls,
Black Pus,
The Knickerbockers,
T. Rex,
Andrew Hill,
Warren Ellis,
Skaos,
The Grass Roots,
Robert Hood,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Fluxion,
Lungfish,
Cybotron,
Jacob Miller,
La Düsseldorf,
Bad Manners,
Barrington Levy,
Glenn Branca,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Angels of Light,
Groovy Waters,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Magazine,
The New Christs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Motions,
The Pop Group,
Flamin' Groovies,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.