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 Turkey and from Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Taipei.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Lindisfarne to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Searchers,
Gong,
Barbara Tucker,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jeff Mills,
Scott Walker,
Bang On A Can,
Camberwell Now,
The Fortunes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Brand Nubian,
The Motions,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
the Slits,
Crooked Eye,
Khruangbin,
Carl Craig,
Das Ding,
Jacques Brel,
Charles Mingus,
In Retrospect,
The Monks,
Kerrie Biddell,
Radiopuhelimet,
Model 500,
Y Pants,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Skarface,
Jandek,
The Saints,
Sandy B,
Chris & Cosey,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Evens,
The Beau Brummels,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Warsaw,
Q and Not U,
Stiv Bators,
Loose Ends,
Ultimate Spinach,
X-Ray Spex,
Girls At Our Best!,
Slave,
Lightning Bolt,
Ludus,
Alphaville,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Moleskins,
Sister Nancy,
Dawn Penn,
Graham Central Station,
Aaron Thompson,
Eric B and Rakim,
AZ,
New Age Steppers,
Camouflage,
Lucky Dragons,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.