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 Portugal and from Columbus.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Stooges to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper 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 '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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Sound Behaviour,
Infiniti,
Grey Daturas,
Kayak,
Easy Going,
New York Dolls,
Severed Heads,
The Trojans,
Reagan Youth,
Glenn Branca,
Organ,
John Coltrane,
Ohio Players,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pantytec,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eli Mardock,
Dark Day,
Lucky Dragons,
Wally Richardson,
The Remains,
Livin' Joy,
Slick Rick,
Y Pants,
Aaron Thompson,
Morten Harket,
The Tremeloes,
Lyres,
Radio Birdman,
Duran Duran,
Roxy Music,
Symarip,
The Fire Engines,
The Music Machine,
Nik Kershaw,
Neu!,
Technova,
DNA,
Pulsallama,
Das Ding,
The Fuzztones,
Terry Callier,
Danielle Patucci,
Althea and Donna,
Vainqueur,
Gregory Isaacs,
Roy Ayers,
These Immortal Souls,
The Alarm Clocks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Birthday Party,
Ice-T,
Babytalk,
Mandrill,
KRS-One,
The Fugs,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Depeche Mode,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.