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 Uzbekistan and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Jesus and Mary Chain to the electroclash 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 The Names. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
In Retrospect,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Monochrome Set,
These Immortal Souls,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Eric B and Rakim,
ABBA,
Sixth Finger,
The Happenings,
Angry Samoans,
Sam Rivers,
Bluetip,
Swans,
Symarip,
This Heat,
Marvin Gaye,
The Beau Brummels,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Mummies,
Harpers Bizarre,
One Last Wish,
Ronan,
Marine Girls,
Chris Corsano,
The Busters,
The Flesh Eaters,
Unwound,
The Knickerbockers,
Frankie Knuckles,
Joensuu 1685,
Groovy Waters,
Subhumans,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Slits,
Lou Christie,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Urselle,
Talk Talk,
Marshall Jefferson,
Guru Guru,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Susan Cadogan,
Brand Nubian,
X-Ray Spex,
Mad Mike,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jandek,
Pere Ubu,
Mark Hollis,
Magazine,
The Monks,
Alice Coltrane,
The Saints,
Sparks,
Delon & Dalcan,
Skarface,
Little Man,
Cymande,
Q and Not U,
Kerrie Biddell,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.