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 Croatia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 spring reverb 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 The Dave Clark Five to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
U.S. Maple,
Monolake,
The Kinks,
Visage,
Davy DMX,
The Modern Lovers,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jesper Dahlback,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Brass Construction,
The Tremeloes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Leaves,
Tomorrow,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Thompson Twins,
Hoover,
Pere Ubu,
The Grass Roots,
Throbbing Gristle,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jerry Gold Smith,
L. Decosne,
Michelle Simonal,
AZ,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Josef K,
The Birthday Party,
The Black Dice,
Freddie Wadling,
Rapeman,
Grauzone,
David Bowie,
Bronski Beat,
Cecil Taylor,
Isaac Hayes,
Marvin Gaye,
The Gladiators,
Smog,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Buzzcocks,
Byron Stingily,
Rites of Spring,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Eric Dolphy,
Man Eating Sloth,
Severed Heads,
Deadbeat,
Ludus,
Toni Rubio,
Wolf Eyes,
Can,
Max Romeo,
Cluster,
Joensuu 1685,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ralphi Rosario,
Cameo,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.