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 Cambodia and from Philadelphia.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Glasgow.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 The Sonics to the punk 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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
Public Enemy,
Barclay James Harvest,
Cybotron,
Tom Boy,
The Raincoats,
kango's stein massive,
Henry Cow,
Quantec,
Gregory Isaacs,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Mo-Dettes,
Arthur Verocai,
Roxette,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sugar Minott,
Eric B and Rakim,
Crispian St. Peters,
Altered Images,
The Pretty Things,
T. Rex,
The Last Poets,
Ohio Players,
Aloha Tigers,
Joe Smooth,
Danielle Patucci,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Cecil Taylor,
DNA,
the Swans,
Yellowson,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Technova,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Saints,
Clear Light,
Joy Division,
Piero Umiliani,
Nas,
Babytalk,
Jerry's Kids,
Amon Düül II,
Jacques Brel,
New Age Steppers,
Laurel Aitken,
Depeche Mode,
Vainqueur,
Susan Cadogan,
The Cure,
Soft Machine,
The New Christs,
Porter Ricks,
Surgeon,
The Busters,
Motorama,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Can,
Chris Corsano,
Wire,
The Fortunes,
Circle Jerks,
Masters at Work,
The Sonics,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.