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 Switzerland and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 güiro 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 Althea and Donna to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
The Shadows of Knight,
Essential Logic,
Lalann,
Liliput,
Man Parrish,
The Durutti Column,
Agitation Free,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Don Cherry,
Make Up,
Jacob Miller,
E-Dancer,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pulsallama,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Urselle,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Adolescents,
Wire,
Echospace,
Deepchord,
Anthony Braxton,
Little Man,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Al Stewart,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jerry's Kids,
Joyce Sims,
Porter Ricks,
Hardrive,
Surgeon,
Rosa Yemen,
Barrington Levy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Blues Magoos,
Idris Muhammad,
Johnny Osbourne,
Cameo,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bang On A Can,
Sandy B,
the Normal,
K-Klass,
Dave Gahan,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sound Behaviour,
The Blackbyrds,
Lou Reed,
Mark Hollis,
The Smiths,
The New Christs,
Stetsasonic,
Tom Boy,
The Index,
The Walker Brothers,
Parry Music,
Shoche,
Radiopuhelimet,
Marc Almond,
Scan 7,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.