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 Iran and from Beijing.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Sao Paulo.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Arthur Verocai to the funk 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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
Sonny Sharrock,
Michelle Simonal,
Loose Ends,
Black Sheep,
R.M.O.,
The Slits,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
L. Decosne,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Zapp,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jawbox,
The Buckinghams,
Rakim,
Unrelated Segments,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
June of 44,
Avey Tare,
Kerrie Biddell,
H. Thieme,
Radiohead,
The Seeds,
Josef K,
Robert Wyatt,
Ultra Naté,
Anakelly,
The Neon Judgement,
Bootsy Collins,
Mandrill,
Robert Hood,
Can,
Jacob Miller,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Roxy Music,
Circle Jerks,
The Wake,
Vladislav Delay,
Deadbeat,
Sonic Youth,
Laurel Aitken,
Joe Smooth,
Black Bananas,
Heaven 17,
Outsiders,
The Residents,
Eddi Front,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Unwound,
These Immortal Souls,
Jeff Lynne,
Grey Daturas,
Spoonie Gee,
Rufus Thomas,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Searchers,
Scion,
Quadrant,
Nas,
Little Man,
a-ha,
Brass Construction,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.