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 Burkina 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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Terrestrial Tones to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
The United States of America,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Quando Quango,
Essential Logic,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Walker Brothers,
Hardrive,
Qualms,
Country Teasers,
The Tremeloes,
The Cramps,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Faraquet,
B.T. Express,
Alphaville,
Harry Pussy,
June Days,
Echospace,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Albert Ayler,
Funky Four + One,
Pere Ubu,
Leonard Cohen,
Eric Dolphy,
Hasil Adkins,
Marshall Jefferson,
Cymande,
Electric Prunes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Parry Music,
Lyres,
The Zeros,
Pagans,
Eric Copeland,
Yazoo,
Tropical Tobacco,
Loose Ends,
Marmalade,
The Barracudas,
Model 500,
Rod Modell,
Marine Girls,
Scion,
Maleditus Sound,
Nick Fraelich,
T.S.O.L.,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Goldenarms,
Gang Gang Dance,
Roxy Music,
In Retrospect,
Camberwell Now,
The Index,
Gong,
Graham Central Station,
Juan Atkins,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.