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 Kenya and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 Chrome to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Trumans Water,
John Lydon,
Deakin,
Zapp,
Bad Manners,
World's Most,
Malaria!,
Amazonics,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Organ,
Harry Pussy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Young Rascals,
The New Christs,
Barrington Levy,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sun City Girls,
Goldenarms,
Theoretical Girls,
Lucky Dragons,
Suicide,
Frankie Knuckles,
Wolf Eyes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rakim,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Stockholm Monsters,
AZ,
Henry Cow,
Chris Corsano,
Aaron Thompson,
Massinfluence,
Youth Brigade,
Echospace,
Adolescents,
Ronan,
Absolute Body Control,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Traffic Nightmare,
Laurel Aitken,
Grauzone,
Pole,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Slackers,
Rufus Thomas,
Matthew Bourne,
Marmalade,
Joyce Sims,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bob Dylan,
Nico,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bauhaus,
Jandek,
Tommy Roe,
Wasted Youth,
Urselle,
Ponytail,
This Heat,
The Fortunes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bronski Beat,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.