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 Mauritania and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 sitar 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 Michelle Simonal to the jazz 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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
Brick,
Iggy Pop,
Black Pus,
Vainqueur,
Talk Talk,
The Seeds,
Pussy Galore,
Black Moon,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Morten Harket,
Ten City,
Wire,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Moebius,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Robert Hood,
Barrington Levy,
Camouflage,
Tropical Tobacco,
Tres Demented,
The Walker Brothers,
Suburban Knight,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Siglo XX,
Buzzcocks,
Cecil Taylor,
Ice-T,
Angry Samoans,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gabor Szabo,
The Fugs,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Roxette,
Second Layer,
Gang Starr,
Jacob Miller,
The Real Kids,
Johnny Clarke,
The Blackbyrds,
Malaria!,
Sun City Girls,
Sugar Minott,
Quadrant,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Blake Baxter,
MC5,
Tubeway Army,
World's Most,
Rufus Thomas,
Rakim,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Hashim,
Arcadia,
Ultravox,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Divine Comedy,
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.